love these old red trucks by Chris Willis
Your Hippie Truck
Missed Connections in Ann Arbor, MI
Your hippie truck made me remember how much I miss you, when I spotted you driving down Old 23. I know it’s unlikely you’ll ever read this so it’s an easy, and ‘cop-out’, place to say- losing you is one of my biggest regrets. It’s sad knowing that you still have nightmares and I’m not a phone call away. I hate missing your excitement when you do cool new things. It’s strange no longer getting calls from you that end-up lasting hours. Even your weird music and tendency to get every story completely wrong has left a void. The best part, if you ever found out I wrote this- you’d call me a jerk. And that’s why I love you.
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
Old trucks with hand crank windows and push-button am radios have a persona all of their own – and the individuals who drive them are no different. Sounds like the object of our poet’s letter has as many secrets and stories as that old truck – and with the same no-frills, tell it like it is attitude as well.
