“Do not forsake me, oh my darling.” He sang as he worked. “On this our wedding day.” He polished his truck. “Do not forsake me, oh my darling.” His pickup truck. “Wait. Wait along.” He made love to her on the hood of this pickup truck. “I do not know what fate awaits me.” He polished that hood now. “I only know I must be brave.” She left him for another man. “And I must face a man who hates me.” He did not know the man. “Or lie a coward, a craven coward;” He rubbed really hard to get off every bug. “Or lie a coward in my grave.” Perhaps the man had a new pickup truck. “Oh to be torn ‘twixt love and duty.” A truck that didn’t need polishing. “S’posin’ I lose my fair haired beauty.” Or maybe the guy could pay to have it polished. “Look […]