Chevy Van – Poem #54

Posted on February 27, 2018 by toritto

 Lock is frozen
Snow tonight
Thaw it open
Zippo light.

Got a pint of Southern Comfort
fuel to keep a body warm;
not much gas to run the heater
eleven hours ‘till the dawn.

Well maybe just a little heat
hear that Chevy motor groan
come on baby, that a girl
keep your daddy nice and warm.

Got a sandwich from St. Vincent’s
cheese that’s all-American
thoughts of momma’s toasted cheese
in dreams, I am a boy again.

Take a swig of Southern Comfort
makes you feel that glow inside
time to kill the Chevy motor
it’s so cold; Oh Lord abide.

Now I lay me down to sleep
Army trench coat keep me warm
a box of medals for a pillow
Fallujah, in the metal storm.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Chevy Van – Poem #54

  1. beetleypete says:
    February 27, 2018 at 12:16

    Those forgotten veterans indeed, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. ShelbyCourtland says:
    February 27, 2018 at 13:26

    It is just heartbreaking! We cannot write about them enough and that’s the truth because so many are forgotten and left to die on the streets. Shameful, it is!

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