Had a yellow Volkswagen

with black tires and a thin white line
running around the circumference.
Engine didn't purr, kind of clunked,
didn't go very fast, but then
I never seemed to be in a hurry.

Suzy was my girlfriend, not because
she loved or even liked me, it was
the idea of riding in my bug she fancied,
she said it was cool, hip, though
she didn't like when the engine
farted black plumes from its exhaust.

Once we tried to make love
in the front seat of the car,
steaming the windows on a chilly
night in late November, it was awkward
and uncomfortable, like everything
else about our relationship.

Eventually I sold the bug,
Suzy moved on to a guy with a VW bus,
she liked the roominess, it didn't fart,
and love was easier to consummate.

As for me, I bought a Harley
and dreamed of bedding
biker chicks in cheap motels