Sanchez

Ever ride in a rattle-y truck...
All dented and old and dusty?
Outfitted with sand bags,
A big tool box in back,
Paint missing or worn, and rusty?


He was once the new truck on the block,
Now sputters and coughs...turns over.
Wears snow tires in summer,
The roof leaks when it's wet,
True work of art in the mirror.


What great tale has he, could he tell us?
Where has he been-kind of story?
A drive with the older,
Or quick spin with a youth
At work, for a college degree?


Could last night's ride home have been better,
Than most he has given before?
Gram parked the ole' Caddy,
Said, "No need!", to the Dodge,
"I choose Sanchez, Si', Si', Senor!"