depressing car show: a poem

went to the local CVS
for some Covid tests
and pulled up to
the most depressing
car show
ever
in the parking lot.

people leaned against their vehicles,
casually dressed
in that moderate dark.

headlights off,
pitch black interiors,
hoods closed.

low music,
but,
the static hum of
shining plastic letters overhead
louder.

and the cars weren’t even cool.

no flames or decals or pearlescent paint jobs.

stocks rims.
stock lifts.
stock everything.

including:
an old gray minivan.
a black sedan with a dent.
a white coupe.
a silver Versa.

not a muscle car,
low-rider,
or rare import
in sight.

good thing the admission was free.

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This is a poem from my book bearing the burden of existence, available on Amazon.