Johnny found an Indian head penny
under the seat in his first truck,
yellow Chevy pick-up,
spotted with primer paint,
pulled it out and asked,
Hey, sis, you want this?
You could put it on a chain.
Sometimes I take it out now
these thirty years later,
wonder about its worth.
Red Coin Book says
it isn’t valuable, not rare,
but those book people don’t know.
It’s a portal
through which I see him,
still seventeen,
shiny brown eyes,
shaggy brown hair
and wonder
what he might have been.