BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006
I may be a little sappy, but I think that almost everyone is doing the best he or she can, despite all sorts of obstacles. This poem by Jonathan Holden introduces us to a young car salesman, who is trying hard, perhaps too hard. Holden is the past poet laureate of Kansas and poet in residence at Kansas State University in Manhattan.
Car Showroom
Day after day, along with his placid
automobiles, that well-groomed
sallow young man had been waiting for
me, as in the cheerful, unchanging
weather of a billboard--pacing
the tiles, patting his tie, knotting, un-
knotting the facade of his smile
while staring out the window.
He was so bad at the job
he reminded me of myself
the summer I failed
at selling Time and Life in New Jersey.
Even though I was a boy
I could feel someone else's voice
crawl out of my mouth,
spoiling every word,
like this cowed, polite kid in his tie
and badge that said Greg,
saying Ma'am to my wife, calling
me Sir, retailing the air with such piety
I had to find anything out the window.
Maybe the rain. It was gray
and as honestly wet as ever. Something
we could both believe.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright (c) 1985 by Jonathan Holden, whose most recent book of poetry is "Knowing: New & Selected Poems," University of Arkansas Press, 2000. Reprinted from "The Names of the Rapids," The University of Massachusetts Press, 1985, by permission of the author. First printed in "Black Warrior Review." Introduction copyright (c) 2008 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.
This poem by Jonathan Holden introduces us to a young car salesman
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Nice poem
Maybe both bad selling,then there is a good poem. Different time and space,but the same atmosphere, the same eagering.Then the time and space were mixtured. I found me in this poet. -
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Oh yes, very Norman Rockwell... -
So horrible for anyone with sensitivity to have to do this kind of thing very day, day after day.
Very well depicted situation. -
I could really put myself in the characters shoes and feel his nervousness and anticipation. It was very well written and I enjoyed it emensely
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wow...nice....it's very intresting
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You say the guy was trying to sell cars
Is he still there trying to sell cars???
Very interesting---Sorry I can't say it like PETER SELLER'S also intertaining...mac -
empathy- that oft-used word comes alive
It happens on a rare occasion when we look at someone and we suddenly see ourselves like looking into a mirror or like suddenly being alive under one's skin like wearing a huge bubble inside which we can hear ourselves move. Just awesome.
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