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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

A Little Traveling Music

Jeff Healey holds the keys
To my time machine.

Every time I hear him sing “Angel Eyes,”
I am transported back to 1989
And piercing blue eyes
That saw right through my hollow heart.
Together on the hood of my Camaro,
We spent hours plotting
Our course through the summer stars,
Flicking spent cigarettes into the gravel,
Watching the shallow arc of the embers in the darkness.
Our teenage sense of invincibility
Made our future seem certain.
Soon enough we learned
That type of arrogance
Strips away illusions,
Leaving misery and pain in its wake
As the final chord of our love song
Faded into silence.

Jeff Healey can have the keys back now,
At least until my next trip into the past.

7 comments:

Chris said...

Nice poem. Like the lines "As the final chord of our love song
Faded into silence."

Susannah said...

I really enjoyed this, you conjured up vivid pictures with your words. :-)

Mary said...

Ah, the memories of teenage love and angst: Sometimes its nice to journey back...just for a little while.

Laurie Kolp said...

Glad to know I'm not the only one who reminisces like that.

Berowne said...

Very nice piece of writing...

Sheilagh Lee said...

I love the way you wrote this.

RMP said...

it really is amazing how music can transport us...whether we like it or not.