'79

[good4somethingbum]

‘79While Spring cleaning a closet last weekWe found an old yearbook ‘neath a dusty sheetWe cracked it open and her heart looked into mineLife’s pages flew back and it was ‘79Picked her up for prom in a Ford with a fickle clutchIt had a white stripe like the one in Starsky n HutchTold your Dad I’d find work that was more permanentThan hustlin’ for pocket money in foosball tournamentsWe parked by that high school gym on the east side of SalinasMath book in the backseat and twenty bucks between usOur kisses were naïve in the ways of love and timeWe couldn’t see ourselves lookin’ back at ‘79With my thriftstore blazer and my shitkicker bootsI didn’t fit with disco dandies in polyester suitsShe knew I hated mirror balls but I’d promised one slow danceThat nerd snapped our photo during Lady by the Little River BandWe left early and threw a cruise or two on Chavez St.A lowrider at a long light sold us a nickel back of weedTwo cops saw us but let us that slide that timeThey’d be back for theirs later…hell it was ‘79We laughed all the way on our drive to MontereyI laid my blazer like a blanket down by the bayTossed a match on that mathbook for a fire by the seaBy midnight my scent was on her and hers was on meHigh tide tickled our toes as the sun began to shineFor us the dawn of forever was back in ‘79Yeah, while Spring cleaning a closet last weekWe found an old yearbook ‘neath a dusty sheetWe cracked it open and her heart looked into mineThen we made love like it was ‘79©2007 Robert George