My Favorite Poet In Town

My favorite poet in town
is a candy apple red ’67 GTO
on a slow motion careen
through the Mission at Sunday sunrise.

I hear that it once ran
on nitro and Jim Beam;
now overhauled, burning cleaner

Flames pluming off its rear wheels
dissolve into Yakuza ink and air,
all lost on those who only await
the parting of iron bodega gates.

for Bucky
9-27-07

©2008 M.L. Heath