Rear View Mirror - Poem
Jet Airliner - Steve Miller Band
Recently, I had an occasion to meet up with some of my old friends that I don’t see enough. We met up at, "Bobby’s Place" and had lots of laughs and lots of drinks. We watched the Cardinals win one of the series games and I spent the night at my sister’s because I have moved so far away from my hometown.
I woke up the next morning, half hung over but smiling because it was worth it. I had my dark sunglasses on and it was a beautiful sunny day and I was reminiscing as I drove down all the same country roads I frequently traveled when I was younger. It is about an hour away and while some things have changed – some things will always remain the same. The area has grown up and now has modern stores and a four-lane highway! But if you veer off to the left and follow a two-lane road – you’d end up right where you were 30 years ago where time really did stand still. At least it seems that way.
Took a trip to the old neighborhood
When I closed my eyes
Back to the dense and earthy wood
An unintended drive.
Up the hills, the hairpin turns
On a map read from your hand
Many lessons that I learned
Where folks live off the land
Two bad sides with just one life
How could I not give in?
Bad boys, fast cars, rebel, shame ground strife
Ruled the face with the Cheshire grin
Me and you and Mary Jane
In David’s topless Galaxy
Escaping dusty dirty lanes
That tried to capture me
The land where time’s so slow it’s still
Beneath the old oak trees
Breaking rules, out my window sill
Just dying to get free
Strawberry wine with black beauty pie
Living fast where the water runs slow
Purple microdot in your eye
Watching the sweet corn grow
No avenues, no big boardwalks
Just town square; the county seat
Good time Sally makes small town talk
Silk tongues provide winter’s heat
Tammy’s brother? We stole his car
To get off Sugar Creek
Off the gravel to the tar
Left black marks on the street
Mad Dog, Jim Beam on Saturday Night
Rockford Beach was fine with me
Beer from the keg if the tap works right
In the land beneath the trees
Shirtler and his prized ‘69 Chevelle
Kent and his Corvette – the ’73
Debbie had the Pinto Wagon from hell
A ’72 VW Bug for me
Race down the back roads, no speed limit
Watch out for cherries in ravines
Matching mile to minute
Squeezing at seconds in between
I swear the time stood still
On those starry nights
Swimming down at the mill
Drunk under the bright moonlight
I met the age of emancipation
That good law set me free
I took off with anticipation
Always a companion for me
I’ve gone miles and miles since then
I’ve seen so many things
But when I close my eyes at night
I return there in my dreams.
To the place where the air is sweet
And time’s just standing still
I’ll meet you again at Sugar Creek
Under the moonlight at the mill.
Keep It Real!
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