Cruise Night
Remember those days when you were young?
Remember ‘cruise night’ was so much fun.
Every Friday night we drove to the city.
Cruising up & down the streets looking pretty.
“American Graffiti” before it was a movie.
Driving around feeling really groovy.
I thought I would try it the other day.
Things had changed in a major way.
Streets were heavily patrolled by cops.
They were making many stops.
At one stop, as I looked around.
I got egged by a bunch of clowns.
There were nasty people with road rage.
They didn’t care about your age.
They would run you off the road.
Smash you flat, like you were a toad.
Things are NOT what they used to be.
Isn’t this the land of the free?
It doesn’t seem so anymore.
Everyone is out to make a score.
You don’t ‘cruise’ if you value your life.
You don’t want to be on gangland turf at night.
It is best to just stay at home & mope.
The closest to ‘cruising’ is with the remote.
Watch the news for the latest tussle
between all the gangland muscle.
They fight where ‘cruising’ used to be.
All of that is just too much for me.
Cruise night is gone, along with the pleasures it brought.
Just another memory that time forgot.
————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)