Calvin Trillin wrote a parking novel, which he claimed was the only
example of its genre in existence. It's set, of course, in New York
City, though I suppose it could just as been set in San Francisco.
When I lived in the latter city, sometimes people would ask me if I
knew of a parking space. When I answered that I didn't have a car,
they told me that if I should see a parking place, I should go right
out and buy a car to park in it.
Anyway this suggested to me the following verses:
Parking poem
I cannot contemplate the lark
until I find a place to park.
If I were some big movie star,
I'd have a place to park my car.
I'd love to go to outer space,
but would there be a parking place?
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Jon Corelis www.geocities.com/jgcorelis/
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