"Going Like Hello"
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He drove a great white shark,
Fins, pink upholstery, bad steering, the works.
So when I see those old Ambassadors,
Cadillacs, Pontiacs, loyal rockets
Rustily lumbering around corners,
I catch myself going like hello,
As if I might suddenly bark.
As if this all were a comedy
And we were still drinking our way,
Singing our way across the Utah desert
Toward perfections of irresponsibility,
Laughing at a slippery ribbon of midnight,
I go like hello to greet the car
That is not his car. Then, in a kind of tomorrow,
I watch the machine that need has marked
And remarked with errands and mistakes
Glide by, glide by, going like goodbye.