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Adenauer 300

There must have been a time when it was a real car,

An active car, a stylish car, not meant to be a family car,

Drifting down the street at a stately 31 KPH,

Its shiny brown darkness blazing like the night

in the afternoon sun;

But now, it’s long gone, its darkness faded,

And my last view of it was long past its prime —

The round, spoked hood ornament, slightly dusty, buried, lonely and dead, in a desk drawer,

The wide span of silver grille— so like a grin of calm assurance— long gone,

The headlights, huge, silvery, staring, now blinded,

The cunningly curved windshield filmy with more dust,

The engine —

Absent.

1953 – a good year for cars

But who would drive such a dream now

Or even know, understand the phrase “Adenauer 300”

Or the name that once meant class and wealth—

Mercedes-Benz?

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A short poem about a car that my brother Pat once owned. Please be kind, I’m not much of a poet. :)

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poetry, mercedes, 300, classic, benz, restoration, 1953, kirneh001, adenauer, car, poem

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