I’ve fallen out of the night
with no more time to question
the reasons that have brought me back
here to my hometown on this peculiar memory flight.
Perhaps this physical place
can provide connection
may serve as a path to a world now lost in reflection.
A journey to transform ennui into certainty,
I will enter a world lost to reflection on a pilgrimage to the past.
Walking from the plane and needing sleep.
Looking at the faces all around.
Not sure just why I came here
Rain coming down through the dark fog blocks
the view all around as I search the uncaring night
for the comforting light of familiar places.
And I wonder what I’m gonna do
if I can’t find you.
Rent a van like we used to do.
Drive around with no place to go.
Park downtown with no thought of where I’m going to stay tonight.
Waking down Main Street at midnight.
Walking a line between now and all the memories that I knew would return.
Tell me, what will I do
if I find you?
Light a smoke and look out and around to see her there
looking over her shoulder straight at me.
Sitting’ high up on the hood of her cherry red Chevy pickup truck
parked right where I first saw her twenty summers ago.
Kissing a Fool becomes Hey Jude
2015 becomes 1968.
Playing the radio of my gold 67 Firebird 326
I’m back to where, back to when I first saw her
She’s smiling , that look that says, she can see right through me
makin me think that I’m a super cool dude
— By Ross Johnston