Old Decrepit Love

I am going to start writing some short stories, and self-publish them. I am going to learn how to use a computer where I can render more images of Rena Easton doing what I want her to do. I betcha I can make her smile with the keyboard. I am going to capture her in all kinds of ways and poses. I’m even going to put her sitting in my beloved Dodge Coronet I drove her around in – for real!

When we headed for Nebraska and Boston, I took out the back seat and put a thick piece of foam. Rena slept on it when we left at 4:00 A.M. I wanted to get across the desert at Winnemucca at sunrise.

(of a person) elderly and infirm.
“a decrepit old drunk”
synonyms: feeble, enfeebled, infirm, weak, weakened, weakly, frail, debilitated, incapacitated, wasted, doddering, tottering, out of shape, in bad shape; More

  • worn out or ruined because of age or neglect.
    “centuries-old buildings, now decrepit and black with soot”
    synonyms: dilapidated, rickety, run down, broken-down, tumbledown, ramshackle, worn out, derelict, in ruins, ruined, falling apart, falling to pieces, in (a state of) disrepair, creaky, creaking, gone to rack and ruin, on its last legs;

     

Old Decrepit Love

by

John Presco

Copyright 2019

Every time Springfield Johnny looked in his rearview mirror, there she was once again. Her beautiful face was bathed in the golden light of the rising sun. She had slept all through the night in the make-shift bed he made for her after he took out the back seat. Johnny let go a heavy sigh, for soon it would be, goodbye.  Serena was going to College in Lincoln Nebraska. She chose to be a Cornhusker rather than live in the old shack at the end of the pier in the Oakland Estuary where Jack London docked his oyster boat.

For forty-nine years Johnny’s, friends and his daughter, begged him to give up his Dodge Coronet that was the most decrepit car in America, if not the world. He dare not say why he clung to it, lest they say he is a lunatic.

“Where are we?” Serena asked, then gave her man a precious last yawn.

“We’re just coming into Winnemucca, my love. Did you sleep well?”

“With you at the wheel, I always sleep like a baby!”

All of  sudden, Johnny hears the siren of a cop car.

“Drats! I’m being pulled over again!”

When the cop stood next to his window, he rolled it down and said;

‘Morning officer. I know what you are going to ask me. I don’t own a cellphone!”

All through the night
I’ll be awake and I’ll be with you
All through the night
This precious time when time is new
Oh, all through the night today
Knowing that we feel the same without saying
We have no past, we won’t reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night
And once we start the meter clicks
And it goes running all through the night
Until it ends, there is no end
All through the night
Stray cat is crying so stray cat sings back
All through the night
They have forgotten what by day they lack
Oh under those white street lamps
There is a little chance they may see
We have no past, we won’t reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night
And once we start the meter clicks
And it goes running all through the night
Until it ends, there is no end
Oh the sleep in your eyes is enough
Let me be there let me stay there awhile
We have no past, we won’t reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night
And once we start the meter clicks
And it goes running all through the night
Until it ends there is no end
Keep with me forward all through the night
And once we start the meter clicks
And it goes running all through the night
Until it ends there is no end

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1 Response to Old Decrepit Love

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    Hollywood, can never replicate, our run!

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