Studebaker by Bruce Morton

It was a 1951 coupe,

Three on the column

As was the norm back

In the day. Pea green,

Matte pea green to be

Precise. We called it

The Jolly Green Ho Ho—

The rocket-ship nose,

The questionable brakes,

And dubious thermostat.

It was not all that hot, but

Kind of cool. The armrests

In the back flipped open.

Each would hold almost

A case of beer. Somehow,

That seemed—significant.

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Bruce Morton splits his time between Montana and Arizona. His poems have recently appeared in venues such as Muddy River Poetry Review, Main Street Rag, Halfway Down the Stairs, Ibbetson Street, Rye Whiskey Review, and San Pedro River Review. He was formerly Dean of Libraries at Montana State University.