"The Junkyard"

I’ve had some cars I really like, mostly small ones. There was the first car I drove, my dad’s Datsun B210-GX. The Honda Civic pictured here was my first car. I eventually traded it to Bob for some musical equipment. Then there was the silver Acura Integra, followed by the blue Acura Integra. Now I have a big Lexus sedan. It’s a comfy cushy car, and one I have no business owning. It was a hand-me-down from Mops. It’s really a great car, but it’s completely the wrong car for me. I’d actually be just fine with never having to drive.

Current listening: Anthology of Bread

The Junkyard

© Brian Hutzell 1985

Between the highway and the railroad lies the junkyard

Just an unsightly kind of graveyard full of old cars

Think of the history that lives here in the junkyard

Think of the innocence that died here in these cars

People live and die in their cars

Cars R.I.P. in the junkyard

The races and the backseat romances turn to memories

The make-out spots after dances in the 50s

Getting drunk and stoned and driving, going nowhere

And it didn't matter if they never got there

People live and die in their cars

Cars R.I.P. in the junkyard

Chevy’s and Caddies

Lincolns and Fords

Reduced to a pile of bumpers and doors

Hots rods and lemons

Metal and rust

These were companions important to us

People live and die in their cars

Cars R.I.P. in the junkyard

People live and die in their cars

Cars R.I.P. in the junkyard

my 1987 Honda Civic in Medford, MA