They 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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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
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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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Yeah, we still got it.
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So I tell myself… Rather often! Pahaha!
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Oh honey, you know you still got it.
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Every guy’s experience. Women, they scare the hell out of most of us guys.
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Aww, most of us are more kitten than cat.
Surely, my friend, you have to know that!
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I do now but when I was younger…how stupid I was.
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Weren’t we all!! Youth is wasted on the young.
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Dorreen, this was a good one! Great visuals! The Mrs. Robinson comment made me laugh. I was a young Mrs. Robinson and got kidded to death when the movie came out. Chryssa
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Oh bless! Poor young you!! Now that we are, shall we say a bit older and wiser, we understand the dynamics of that film oh so much better. Still… I know you are a GOOD Mrs. Robinson! Nothing like the film version. xx D
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Yep, that I was! It was embarrassing. I always answered, I’m not like THAT Mrs. Robinson!
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What fun! 🙂
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Catastrophe averted, I say…
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