Ode to Sheila

Many thanks to my leaky, foggy, dimly-lit, paint-peeling car for getting me to a hell of a lot of places in the past couple of months, and especially in the past couple of days.  Living in Portland would be a lot harder without you.

 

I have a car that leaks when it rains

At least it doesn’t leak when it’s sunny

It always takes me where I need to go

That doesn’t mean I always want to

Sometimes a car is more than a car

And sometimes it’s a little bit less

Sometimes I wish I could walk everywhere

And sometimes my car does too