THE WARRANTY HAS EXPIRED

and you're the last owner
who's going to drive
this car.
It's not as fast:
cylinders clogged,
brakes worn,
upholstery faded--
somewhat torn--
(a spring
could stick
in your ass),
shoes need
a new set,
paint thinning,
headlights dimming,
but it still will,
I promise,
get you where
you're going.

What's that?

No, sorry,
it's simply rust.
They don't make
nuts anymore
for those screws.
Sorry.

What's that?

No, sorry,
that model
has been
discontinued.

What's that?
Why?
Doesn't seem
they're in much demand
anymore.
If you're able to maintain it,
for ten, maybe fifteen years,
it might be a "classic,"
and then
you'd be rich.

What?

Sorry, no,
I can't
guarantee it.

What?

Don't get angry
at me, honey.
Don't blame me;
blame the
manufacturer.
We have another model
over here.
Hey,
where ya going?

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2013