It was a super’s truck not a workman,
a white shirt-maybe-I’ll-go-let-Teague’s-load-a-forty-pound-box-of-nails,
a small role of tie wires and few odds bits and ends,
door handle sets, and door stops,
maybe some kitchen pulls and handles.
Two tone blue and white , factory AC
or a good hang on not too fancy,
still a work truck but not for hauling
timbers and wall board, maybe
a few bags of plaster, buckets of joint mud.
Today they are classics, cute,
today the new equivalent costs
seventy grand, has four doors,
pre heated seats and steering wheel
and defrosters in the rear view mirrors.
I don’t think I would want to be a super
in todays world, but in 1968, my uncle’s
GMC seemed like a good way to go.