Sweet Lucy 79' GTO
It's 4 am coffee brewing.
Dad gets up before going
to work.
Gray shirt,
Flannel shirt,
Khaki pants.
Wake up.
Race down stairs.
Look outside the kitchen
window.
Light goes on.
In the garage I see you
drinking coffee like red bull.
Tinkering away on that old
beater. Turning into a mad
scientist under the hood of
sweet o Lucy 79' GTO.
Oil filter,
Gaskets,
Spark plugs,
Timing belt.
Radio tunes on the down low.
All worth it as you hummed.
To make it come back to life.
Your very own Frankenstein.
monster.
To live once again. Living the
glory days in it's prime. Tweaked
and tighten each bolt as I sat on
the porch steps as I watched you.
Getting it ready to prowl the
streets like a mighty lion ready
to attack. Those that defy its
shade of blue.
Dropping that hood. All is good
Turning that key. Hearing
Lucy that sweet '79 GTO roar.
Walking away hands full of
grease. Wipes them off like a
master surgeon.
I am just at awe as he pats me on
the shoulder and says. "Ready for
school."
Let's let Lucy out of her cage.
Driving down the streets you can
hear her make the ground tremble.
Turning heads as we go. Hitting
the gas pedal making her growl.
You can't contain his smile.
Turning on the radio to set the
mood.
Looks at me in the passenger
seat as if he won the lotto.
That '79 GTO never let my father's
spirits down. Dropping me off at
school. School bell rings. Race
outside to find my dad leaning on
the side of Sweet Lucy like James
Dean waiting to take me to Dairy
Queen.
Drove it all through summer.
Till one day. In the end of August.
Sweet Lucy was stolen from the
drive way.
So many restless nights he tossed
and turned. Ran out into the
garage to see if it was just a dream.
Only to find an empty grease spot
where she slept. Days went by.
Till one day. In the fall.
He got a call.
They had found sweet Lucy.
Wrapped around a big oak tree.
Head smashed antifreeze
bleeding. All for a joy ride.
Sitting in the squad car I would watch
as he made his way. Ran his hand across
her mane like a long lost pup. Took Lucy
back in a stretcher. Road all the way
silent. Days and nights tried to salvage.
Had no choice but, to put her down.
A sudden mix of emotions filled his head.
My father was never the same.
Although he smiled to hide away the
tears. I can see his eyes start to wonder away.
Kept imagining her outside the window.
Underneath the covers. In the winter snow
Years went by. He took other projects and chores. Until she eventually faded away.
Till one day. I was reaching for my baseball
glove.
On top a cherry wood dresser. I had
step on one of the dressers drawers and broked off. Brought a pile of boxes on top
of me.
Dazed for the moment. Not knowing the
out come. Came to my senses. Head aching.
Tucked away in a empty shoe box. I found
her underneath a pile of Motor Trend
magazines and a pair of racing gloves. A
photograph of Sweet Lucy '79 GTO.
Turned away to a sudden grunt. Saw my dad
standing at the door. Arms folded and
shocked of the mess I made but, before he
spoke looked towards
my hand holding the photograph of Sweet
Lucy. Looked at me not a single word helped me up put his arm around me.
Brought an instant smile....That '79
will live on in our hearts. As we made our way he turned off the light and closed the door.
-X.barajas
About this poem
I wrote this is a way to pay tribute to my father. Smart, hardworking, all and all a person who never stop caring and no ordinary man.
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Written on February 27, 2023
Submitted by axbarajas0419 on March 01, 2023
Modified by axbarajas0419 on March 29, 2023
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