An old Chevy flatbed
A middle-aged, white man with hair like the
He must farm
Pulled in the parking lot with his antiquated but beloved truck
It seemed out of place among the chic and shiny cars and SUVs of the other coffeehouse patrons
But the truck was not ashamed
And neither was he
He lit a king-size filter cigarette while most customers saw that rolled tobacco as abominable
But the man was true to who he was
Even if it meant being out of place and in another time
He waited for his black coffee to brew, the kind that goes so well with a Marlboro Red
His coffee was so unlike the frappes, cappuccinos, and lattes of the others
But his flatbed had waited long enough
They slowly returned to that Iowa dirt that was sacred to them both
They returned to who they were before they pulled in that alien parking lot
They returned to who they were
An old Chevy flatbed.
About Iowa Writes
Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.
In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.
Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.
Find out more about submitting by contacting email@example.com
Mark Hanley graduated with a B.A. in Russian in 2007 from the University of Iowa. Besides improving his poetry, he enjoys playing the violin, reading, and a strong cup of coffee.
This page was first displayed