dear dad

berry, chuck

dear dad

don't get mad

what i'm asking for

is by the next semester

can i get another car?

this one here is sick'ning

on a wide dual road. i might as well be walking

as to drive this old ford. almost everytime i try

to go and pass a truck

if i ain't goin' down hill

dad

i'm

out of luck. and even if i get by

it's still a rugged risk

the way this old ford

keep a hitting and a miss. last week when i was driving

on my way to school

i almost got a ticket

'bout a freeway traffic rule. it's now a violation

driving under forty-five

and if i push to fifty

this here ford will nosedive. dad

i'm in great danger

out here trying to drive. the way this ford wiggles

when i'm approaching forty-five

i have to nurse it along

like a little stubborn pup

and cars whizzing by me

dad

look like i'm backing up. she just don't have the appetite

for gas somehow

and dad

i got four carburetors

hooked up on it now. i tried to hook another

to see if i'd do a little good

but ain't no place to put it

'less i perforate the hood. well dad

send the money

see what i can see

try to find a cadillac

a sixty-two or three. just something that won't worry us

to keep it on the road. sincerely

your beloved son

henry junior ford.