Garage Picasso'sA Poem by R. S. MorrisMy new little garage in the back. I left off the inside drywall. Spaces between the studs to fill. My very own Garage Mahal. Will house only my manly stuff. Some would call it a man cave. It's for my hot rod and chopper. It's a space all my life I have craved. I have to make some decisions. It could just be a shrine. To hot rods and racers from the '50's, how life was way before mine. I have parts from old Model A's. I can hang them from the ceiling. Went in freezing cold to buy them. Was gonna use 'em, but lot's of rust I'm seeing. I have a dropped front axle to hang. It has a racing past. It's full of dings and small bends, from passing cars that weren't quite as fast. An old radiator from the thirties. Bought it two years ago on a trip. Filled it with water, every tube leaked. Ready to hang it, but to this day it still drips. Have 4 wire wheels I planned to use. There a bit skinny, but pretty cool. Gonna use the wide five's instead. Throwing the wires away would be cruel. Wire wheels will go on wooden shelves. Only one has its original hub cover. All four in need of serious painting, but not if you count rust as a color. The garage, a monument to the past. Of things, I hold dear to my heart. Can't wait to start each new day. and open the door to that cool garage art. R. S. Morris
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