The Girl in the Red Corvette—Poem
We met cruising Main Street, Santa Ana— circa 1959.
I don’t remember the precise date or time.
Two girls in a red Corvette had suddenly caught my attention.
Bill leaned out, asked them to stop, and they smiled with some apprehension.
They pulled to the curb and we followed behind—
That red Corvette and the cute girl I would find.
We asked if they would like to hear us sing.
I pulled out my guitar and we did our thing.
The girls listened to our songs very amused—
They both had a smile and seemed somewhat enthused.
Our goals were of music and singing to others—
And a great way to meet girls for musical brothers
The girl and I became fast friends.
We sat talking and smooching on streets with dead ends.
We hung-out together and did crazy things,
Including the sensuous adventures from which life springs.
We had things in common and were similar in mind.
We believed in theories not of humankind.
Then suddenly I got lost in the turbulence of life
The next time I saw her, she had become someone’s wife.
I thought of her over the years — the times we had—the things unsaid
She’d given to me a part of her, and I never knew— if she’d felt misled
Fifty years later, I opened Facebook, and I couldn’t believe,
As I read the page— it was hard to perceive.
A name I remembered that still seemed unique
The girl with the red Corvette, which was now an antique.
I paused for a moment and thought of the past
About choices we make and questions not asked
I’d never forgotten the times that we shared—
We’d lived our lives separately with feelings undeclared.
We’d been nonconforming to others yet alike in our own way
The girl in the red Corvette —a fresh memory today.
© Don Fiduccia 2012
