For Sloan

For Sloan Memories spark my keyboard, bringing days of flat noses and scrapbooks with pressed roses So long ago, so far away my Lord! We drove two-hundred-dollar cars, yet tried dressing tight in the bars Try and make an impression, give it a shot, she looks pretty don’t you think, why don’t you buy her another drink Hope she ain’t looking to close in the lot, that junker don’t match your wealth, damn, looks like you’re going home by yourself Next day we laughed about it shooting darts, enjoy the sun on the flat rocks at Lannon, sometimes we’d see pretty girls tanning Now all these years later I dream pieces and parts, I see us one time crashing out at Liz, a mattress dragged out couldn’t deal with this Drunken college boys trying to act like men, somewhere we weren’t even allowed, sunshine found us passing through a bewildered crowd Only in my mind do I go back there again, landscapes change but what remains, friends and love through life’s joys and pains Memories spark my keyboard, flood my cortex with scenes, concert t shirt and tight blue jeans And once again I’m left floored, all the players played their part, some caressing some tearing at my heart But it’s a tale that I don’t mind telling, be they good or bad they’re days that shaped, some held me close and some I escaped After all the cheers and yelling, and those memories playing in my mind, dreaming on to see what else I find Tim Windisch 05/23/2024