Postmodern Parking Meter

Is there no hope for postmodern parking meters?

Photo by Elijah Mears on Unsplash

They call me, post modern. I guess that it’s true but my post is rusty and loosing its hue. I could use paint and polish, but the budget is thin so I guess postmodern is the state we’re all in.

I guess an explanation is in order. Once upon a time, maybe 10 years ago, maybe 12, maybe 15… (I donno, I’ve been writing these poems for a very long time, at least 20 years.) I got an email from a reader who claimed to work for the City of Austin, Texas and wanted to use one of my Parking Meter Poems in some sort of city presentation. She called my parking meter poems, postmodern.

I took that to be a compliment and told her it would make me happy if they used one of my poems as the parking meters give them to me in the hope that their plight will someday be made public. As to whether or not my poem was used and the plight of the meters made public, I don’t know.

Thank you Austin, whoever you are.

*The story continues in The Care and Feeding of Your Pet Parking Meter.*