The Corner

This last summer I walked the streets where once,

I drove a maroon colored Mercury,

Up and down Main, it was so endlessly,

Good to kids back then, an accepted stunt.

Learning to drive on icy street, no fuss,

It was as fun as fun might always be,

Turning by the “Cop Shop” so carefully,

It, as American, as one can trust.

Memories bubble, ones not to discuss,

Of those nights with the eight-track tape playing,

And we’d talk of teenage life gleefully,

It’ll always stay in me, a total plus.

There are memories one might which to trade,

But driving Main aren’t them - may they not fade.