Memos To Self

-Sometimes You're the Bug...Sometimes You're the WIndshield-

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Drive-The Cars

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So as I lay out in the yard
Trying to get other things off of my mind
Decide to pull out the Summerfest schedule and try to figure out which days I plan to attend.
Many!!!!

At least 6 of the 10...

Slowly my mind begins to wander...
I need to finally be able to have
Three or four thoughts in a row
That do not distract me from my daily tasks...
(I have been VERY sidetracked lately!)

Close my eyes...think back...Summerfest
In high school...I was the one with THE CAR
(This is Exactly IT...before the stripes)
Driving all of my friends
...and some strangers
to this Rock and Roll Festival Extravaganza

An event that had many purposes...
Meet Guys
Drink Beer
Listen to Music
Meet Guys

One summer...going into my Junior year..was a Very Good Year!
The local radio station had a special section on the grounds
...You just couldn't help but hook up with others
It was like a giant outdoors pick up bar!

This is where I met J
I had known OF him as a freshman...
He was a Senior back then
So now...he had several years out of school...to "ripen'
I immediatly walked up to him (not being a shy person)
...introduced myself
and the wild dance began!!!

Days later there were roses at my home...dozens!
My parents loved him
His older brother custom painted my car
He took me to Real Restaurants...and Plays
He gave me the keys to his apartment

Once school started up again...
Back in the halls
At the games
On the field
...I lost interest

He had not....
(I just hate a bad break up)

Every time I go to Summerfest
I remember that very day I walked up to him...

And tonight...
I will see him again.
He lives in the same neighborhood
His kids go to the same schools as mine
Now...tables have turned...and he walks up to me.

H knows the whole sad story
but his wife does not...
She doesn't even have a clue that we dated....

Every time I look back
Into my cedar chest
And inside my big box of high school picutres
I see my very first car
Think of the stripes
Of him

But never wish things would have been different...
He showered me with gifts
Rented rooms in fancy hotels
Swirled me around in a fairy tale world....

But like your very first car

Some times ya just gotta trade it all in.
(But still DRIVE)

"Who's gonna tell you when
It's too late
Who's gonna tell you things
Aren't so great
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?

Who's gonna pick you up
When you fall
Who's gonna hang it up
When you call
Who's gonna pay attention
To your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears
When you scream?

Who's gonna hold you down
When you shake
Who's gonna come around
When you break
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight"
-The Cars

2 Comments:

  • At 6:34 PM, Blogger MilesDavis said…

    All I want to do is to sidetrack you mn. Right or wrong doesn't matter. Whether cool, or lame I'm here to sidetrack. Better get used to it.

     
  • At 11:25 PM, Blogger Mental Notes said…

    Indy 500...
    Here I come

     

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