I’ve got a silver truck, rusted the driver’s side window, busted Parked under a coconut tree in a frigid Florida breeze. Cigarette butts in the bed weeds growing through the engine block. Four by four never climbed a mountain, dead headlights staring at the foot hills. The coconuts never grow, untouched by warm summer sun. In the driveway two Mercedes, white one with cracked windshield, the SUV creaking with age