Friday, February 1, 2008

Hooray! It's Spunky Old Broads Day.

oil on paper, 8"x10"

It wasn't the 1950 Vincent she rode
that Burt found enticing.
It wasn't the leather chaps
or the jacket
or the way she kept her silver curls
twisted up under her violet half helmet.
It wasn't even the women's penitentiary
teardrop tattoo,
Prussian blue bleeding into her crow's feet.
It was the lace and needlepoint
flowered seat cushion
puffy and downy white
perched on top
of her chrome and black chariot.
Had she made that?
Did the prison tat
and all that ebonized cowhide
conceal a softer,
even grandmotherly soul
with gentle hands
and a homey, suburban
decorative streak?

He revved his Viking
and pulled out of the rest stop.
The sky was a gleaming white
and overhead
a circle of turkey buzzards
clung gallantly to gusts of wind.

As for the seat cushion,
she'd probably
just pilfered it
from a newly deceased
cell mate.


Amy Huntington said...

Oh yea!! Class AND attitude! Middle age rocks!

Breadwig said...

Nice. Real nice. That rocks. Reminds me of Richard Thompson's song Vincent Black Lightning 1952.

Anonymous said...

Say... isn't that Debbie Harry?

Anonymous said...

I guess I qualify for this day now--thanks for reminding me! Not.

Adam said...

Brian, that's the very song that inspired me to give her a Vincent... instead of the Harley I originally saw her on.

In the interest of clarification, that's a '50 Vincent Black Shadow behind the Debbie.

delta mu said...

I love your sense of humor. a it like bizarro. paintings are rockwell-ish too, very good.
delta mu

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