Car Poems
- Jun 29, 2018
- 1 min read
by Maureen McElroy
Some people have sex in cars like Cadillacs or little red Corvettes with the seats rolled back and write songs about it, but I write poems in cars.
M-m-m-my Corolla poems, my MINI Cooper poems, my KIA Soul poems, getting pulled over for writing while driving poems.
Rear view rhymes, stuck-in-traffic last gasp angry poems. Cup holders and couplets, speed bumps and alliteration. Rolling, rolling, windows down, and the city cacophony inspiring me, driving me.
Stop signs and stanza breaks. I take the roads less traveled and the dark alleys, the cut-throughs.
I write in windshield condensation, lean over, reach under the seats to find a pen, a napkin, a bank slip, a receipt to get my words down that travel with me to my next destination.
Maureen McElroy was born and raised in Boston. She holds an MFA from Emerson College. Her poems have appeared in Seventeen Magazine, Fickle Muses, Mothers Always Write, Bohemian Pupil Press, Anything That Moves, The Beacon Street Review, and others. She lives in Milton, MA.
