Where Were You in '62?
August 01, 2020
It’s been awhile my friend.
It’s been a real long while.
Have a seat.
Remember that night
That real late night
Up on the hill
The overlook–
The city far below and
Stretched out as far as
Our small eyes could
See. Could it be
That’s the best it
Can really get?
We hate the idea
Of states of misery
Wouldn’t wish
Them on our
Worst enemies
As deserving
As they may be for
What they did
To wreck our false
Confidence. That
Fine Spring night
In the restaurant
When we just wanted
To catch some hoops
A glass of spilled lemonade
Coagulating on the barroom
Floor awaiting a splash
And celebration--the hoots and
Hollers. You’re my best friend.