That time I stole a blue Impala in Flagstaff
the first year they made those automatic windows, you know?
I was sixteen and I was cruising down the highway
Hot on the trail to Albuquerque
I was hungry
and I was howling, man.
It was like stealing the best horse in the herd.
Copyright © 2014 by Laura Tohe. This poem originally appeard in Cream City Review. Used with permission of the author.
Date Published: 2014-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/blue-impala