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1974: Revisited

On the crowded bus in the inky darkness
On the wings of a child’s naïve utterance
You get dropped back into 1974
A chubby kid in a tattered parka
Crunching through the new fallen snow
Your footprints tell the story from the back door
Through all of the yards ending at the railroad tracks
No one else from your neighborhood walks in this weather
You clutch your brown paper Jewel gym bag in your frozen fingers

Your basketball shorts are hand me downs
They were once your mother’s dance shorts
No one will ever know – that is your prayer anyway
The kids are more distracted by your cracked cardboard shoes
The school shoes pinch your feet and scuff the floor

The low-slung building overflows with familiar sounds
New gym shoes squeak on the highly polished floor
Bouncing balls beat uneven rhythm in their own time
Chuck Taylor rules the day – that big blue star glares at you
That big blue star threatens to remind you who you are
And the steamy locker room offers no solace – no comfort

You are not one of them – not in 1974 and not now
You are not one of them – not in this bus and not in this world

The siren piercing the night drags you back to 79th and Vincennes
Your little house on the quiet street is a hand me down
It was once your mother’s home
They all know – they all know

You finally get close to figuring out who you are now
You are you mother’s son and this is where you belong

K-mart: Saturday

These women always smell like 1974 and cigarette in an alley with a kid named Louie
They have a submissive accent as they push their cart full of cookies and cokes past you
The accent disappears when the phone rings or when the kid helps them find pop-tarts

The arrogant little Mexican kids with their adult hair cuts and fashion statements
Who zoom in and out of aisles touching everything and feeling nothing
They always hit just about below the belt and are dangerous at high speeds

I just came for a few things but am hypnotized by the bright lights and the banal music
I was looking in the home improvement department for something to patch my heart up
All I found was a diploma sized frame and an outdated action figure