At a Garage in Tallman

by Frank J. Tassone · 29 August 2014

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Haibun Poem

I brought my car in for inspection at Tallman Tire and Auto. A tall, thin man with graying brown hair under a Yankee fitted cap smiles. He was one of Frankie’s baseball coaches—Tyler’s dad.

We talk, friendly but guarded. He came for an inspection, too—after getting a ticket in Tuxedo Ridge. He’d gotten away with it since September—until then.

He mentions work—he’s in advertising—and then gets up to pay. A pleasant goodbye, and then he’s off.

I ask the attendant for an inspection and then settle in a comfortable, felt armchair.

Morning traffic passes by. I wait alone.

At last.

Sunlight off a Chrysler—
Echoes of friendly banter
in an empty room

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Frank J. Tassone

Frank J. Tassone lives in New York City's "back yard" with his wife and son. He fell in love with writing after he wrote his first short story at age 12 and his first poem in high school. He began writing haiku and haibun seriously in the 2000s. His haikai poetry has appeared in Failed Haiku, Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online, Contemporary Haibun, The Haiku Foundation and Haiku Society of America member anthologies. He is a contributing poet for the online literary journal Image Curve, and a performance poet with Rockland Poets. When he's not writing, Frank works as a special education high school teacher in the Bronx. When he's not working or writing, he enjoys time with his family, meditation, hiking, practicing tai chi and geeking out to Star Wars, Marvel Cinema and any other Sci-Fi/Fantasy film and TV worth seeing.