I was admiring the clean car this morning before it rained
With my newspaper in hand I paused momentarily to notice its beauty
My wife had cleaned it yesterday; from vinyl top to rubber bottom
The windows were spotless and the upholstery was polished
I even thought I heard the leather inside say “Thank the wife”…
Its grille was shiny and bright with the precision of a dentist
As I was returning to the house I was thinking about going for a drive
My wife appeared at the front door in her nightgown....
There is just something special about a clean car and those hood ornaments
(2007)
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1953-buick-special/
