I am no mechanic, but is that
An alternator belt
Chattering beside me as if lonely
Sick of traveling alone?
Hear her squeak that she is tired, weakened,
Frayed,
Demanding reinforcement nearly
At the end of her toils.
Somehow her niche seems familiar,
Amidst the churning parts
And dark greasy bolts of her world complaining
Screaming to see the light of day
In moments.
But today I am silent
Listening to her grinding,
On the way to an empty dorm room
And quiet.
1 comment:
I have had two such traveling companions... one of which I had the privilege of replacing in an auto parts store parking lot four hours from home... and it is good to hear that there are others who share the same struggles
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