For a Few Short Years

country roads and Cadillacs
seventies rock rebellion
corn fields stretching for miles like that ocean
far away in a dream

these were the day hours, the breathing hours before night
when passing moments felt young
a time to let our hair down
a time to live or die having fun

to and from Chicago, dark highways
drove an 72’ gremlin back and forth
anticipating the drive all week
never seeing what was right in front of me-
there at Clark’s, across from Northwestern

bye and bye the old Wrigley bubble gum house
west wing bed, bath, staircase, castle
it could wait till Monday, after all I didn’t want that
instead, the yellow line got me to the land of Lincoln- home

I had a small white farmhouse
a scary couple room house with a pool
full of frogs, I listened to them
all the time, I waited, watched, then we went

van and motorcycles rides, chased by cops
I picked up, I dropped off, I held up license plates
a few blocks later, tucked away in plain sight
it was back to planning, hiding, and moving on

time to head back, just four hours until
Lake Shore Drive lite up with the business rush
until I put on my apron, smile, and deliver pancakes
until I rushed between a joke of modeling gigs

a potential new world passed in a few short years
when eyes are only loyal to young love and old habits
when routines, the supposed to, and what ifs are won over
by cars, roads, and some crazy sense of freedom

4 thoughts on “For a Few Short Years

  1. Wow. It all sounds so familiar. I had a 1956 Cadillac, and got chased quite often by cops on my motorcycles. While I never had a Gremlin or Pacer, but I had about every other car made by AMC from my early teens into my twenties. I even had a Renault Le Car while AMC and Renault had their failed marriage. It’s a miracle I survived my youth and even more of a miracle I have survived my adulthood.

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      1. It’s interesting how many experiences people who should have nothing in common share. As I tell whiny people, if you lived to whine about it, you have a good story to tell. Quit whining and start telling.

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