Bucket Seats in a Bucket of Rust

    Copyright Malcolm Dew-Jones.


I think it's plain for all to see this car I have acquired will never run for me it's just a pile of junk sitting in the yard the neighbour's got a crow bar, it wasn't hard to open up the trunk just for fun we hook up a battery the tube in the radio glows red the speaker crackles forth, it's a golden oldie an eery deja vu of an age long dead bucket seats in a bucket of rust the car is old it's got to go this project long since bust first love from long ago replacement gasket still brand new in its box with a tube of glue all it needs is a sunny day and a friend or two to say why don't we give you a hand all that we demand, is a ride to the drive in, in the back seat I wonder when the accident happened did it ever drive again how many moon lit nights under the stars how many years left in the rain bucket seats in a bucket of rust the car is old it's got to go this project long since bust first love from long ago I run my hand across the seat I wonder what it was like when it ran wonder who got to drive who got laid in the back he runs his hand across her thigh will she scream will she sigh will she have a beer with the boys or get out and flee I wonder when the accident happened did they ever drive again how many moon lit nights under the stars did they never get to know again how many years were they still friends bucket seats in a bucket of rust the car is old it's got to go this project long since bust first love from long ago