Black corduroys, Converse, and rock t shirts
That’s what all the cool kids wore
Long hair, fake gold necklaces
Lying about everything you never did
Heading for 8th grade, upper class!
BMX bikes with checkered pads, cobra grips
Mag wheels and blue tires...so cool!
Early mornings, do your chores, work for the neighbors
Take your money and meet the guys along the way
Video games and cokes at the mall until you run out of cash
Keep your last dollar for smokes,
gotta distract the lady at the donut shop long enough so one of the guys can slip change into the cigarette machine and pull the handle
Head for the parking lot behind the park, have a smoke behind an empty ball diamond, too cool
My brother and I run to the bus station while the guys set up in the park
We let the air out of a tire and “beg” quarters for the phone,
Need to call our mom and get picked up...every women gives us change, most guys don’t
New earnings, lunch for the guys at the park
Hit the pool, nachos, hot dogs, cute girls, suntan
Head home, gotta beat dad for dinner!
Eat, wash, back out, meet those girls from the pool
Make out in the slides, play catch one catch all
“Home by the streetlights”was the rule, we’d all go home
Sneak out the window, meet the guys, sometimes those girls
Hide in the alleys, run from “the cops”
smoke some cigarettes with our shirts off so we didn’t smell
Sneak back in, hide our shirts in the laundry
My brother and I talk about the day and fall asleep planning the next
Summer youth, endless days
We always have this,
our youth,
our memories,
our beautiful innocence.