Driving Volkswagens In My Dreams Poem by Chuy Amante

The California Poppies were as waves
on the browning hillsides
still hope for a wet spring
Spring or spring, who jumps
for anything?
Driving carelessly in a vw
with two old tires, a miss,
roaches in the ashtray,
worn out rear bed springs,
and little original paint...
At least there was movement
in that dream, unlike being
stuck in life with a severe
oil drip, noisy valves, burned points,
a failing condensor and no money,
no weed, no special love
but an unending smile
and a spoonful of bliss
and a hearty
chuckle
and a desire to get a newer
american car