At a Garage in Tallman

Garage, Haibun Poem

Haibun Poem

 

I brought my car in for inspection at Tallman Tire and Auto. A tall, thin man with graying brown hair under a Yankee fitted cap smiles. He was one of Frankie’s baseball coaches—Tyler’s dad.

We talk, friendly but guarded. He came for an inspection, too—after getting a ticket in Tuxedo Ridge. He’d gotten away with it since September—until then.

He mentions work—he’s in advertising—and then gets up to pay. A pleasant goodbye, and then he’s off.

I ask the attendant for an inspection and then settle in a comfortable, felt armchair.

Morning traffic passes by. I wait alone.

At last.

Sunlight off a Chrysler—
Echoes of friendly banter
in an empty room

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Photograph by Ryan McGuire

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

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