GRAVEYARD OF THE CHEVYS

By John Grey. Published on April 2, 2023.

I was in that car graveyard

dodging rats,

stepping over busted glass

and mangled metal,

steering clear of snapping dogs,

for five minutes of time

with this smelly

oily paunchy guy,

a week unshaven,

few teeth,

telling me he got the part -

for my Chevy that is, not the movie of my life

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Stand, Washington Square Review and Floyd County Moonshine. Latest books, “Covert” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the McNeese Review, Santa Fe Literary Review and Open Ceilings.

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