Familiar Cars

I have a brother who's moved away.
He's full of hinges and hooks. Here
he's loaded down, here he's just brushing the ground.

I have a friend with open window and boxes
packed to go, always different boxes.
She is light and a band of darkness.
I almost see her everywhere. I always look.

I have a friend who's never the same.
He's wrecked or brand new, just bought
or borrowed. He's a yardfull of parts
and a history of shifting machines.

I have a friend who is long and blue.
When she moves everything rattles
and I feel it with my whole body.