My mother loved me in a 1979 Dodge Dart
Pickle green, sandy vinyl interior.
I didn't know that she loved me
Until our first ride in that Dodge
Her first car.
She was twenty-six, I was eight.
We were young, together.
I didn't know
Till' half way down the road
That dirty road, followed by a cloud of dust.
Hank Williams whining through the radio
My mother whining louder
Through the smoke rings of her Camel
Our hair whipped our faces
Arms out the windows
I wondered if she knew that she was smiling
I was smiling too
Ashes fell from her Camel
Onto sandy vinyl seats
But she didn't let go of the steering wheel
Or my hand.