Of Cars, Coffee and Cougars

shutterstock_176546708They were no star-crossed lovers,

But were cars on two roads.

Her battle-worn Chevy running on vapors

And his ragtop Mustang with newly signed papers


Pulled in to the same town on the same day,

Parking up at the same cafe

Road weary, in need of rest.

Sipping his coffee, he noticed her dress


Cut just a little low, ginger hair

And a white ringed finger.

Her age-sharpened eyes were sizing him up.

She seemed to be laughing over the rim of her cup.


His college boy mind felt the thrill,

The wonder, heard the crash of twisted metal,

The shower of glass, the driving heat, the melting fire –

He blinked. He swallowed. He began to perspire…


She finished her coffee and put down her cup,

Smiled at the boy and approached his table.

His heart skipped a beat as she bent over

And whispered, “You know I’m old enough to be your mother?”


His college-boy mind heard screeching tires,

Smelled burnt rubber, felt the jolt of brakes.

He skidded to a halt in a cloud of smoke,

Feeling abashed and somewhat a joke.


She laughed as she stood and paid for her drink,

And over her shoulder cast a knowing wink.

The boy watched her go, but remained at his table.

He wanted to stand, but he was unable.


Mother Hen

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(Writing Prompt: DRIVING, part of poetry 101 rehab– Thanks, Andy! Feel free to jump on the poetry wagon each Monday!)

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  1. I keep getting asked out by ‘boys’ my son’s age, in their 30’s and some in their 40’s. I would not mind if I were into fun but I would like to be more into time passing, together, not a fling. I liked this post and it made me think of the days when Mrs. Robinson song was playing on the radio and always wondered what the heck was Dustin Hoffman doing chasing down the daughter of his lover. Smiles, Robin


    • Thanks as always for your thoughtful comment! Though I have been out of the dating game for 30 years now, I can imagine how tough it can be to find that right match these days. Time passing and a kindred spirit trump a moment of “fun” every time!


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