Norman got
an 8 track player,
The year was
1974…
The year we
outgrew Stockton,
And could
party there no more.
Piling into
the Buick Skylark,
Norm shifted
us out of park…
On the
Highway 99 on ramp,
I pushed in
“Court and Spark”.
Sacramento's dives and discos,
With new
friends from every bar…
Resulted in a
back seat party,
Drinking to
Joni songs in the car.
Feeling young
and athletic,
Frank, in a tavern
parking lot…
Hopped on
fifteen car roofs,
With the
abandon liquor bought..
I never
thought for a moment,
Going home
on that pre-dawn drive,
Forty years
after all the laughs,
I’d be the
only one left alive.
“Court and
Spark” is now a CD,
Still
conjuring up that night of fun…
Most of my
time is spent alone,
And Joni
Mitchell turned Seventy-one.
You're still around because you have so many stories to tell. Great poem!
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