Gloria...

It's a stupid song
Hearing it come on the music station in the restaurant
after the thumping House music that preceded it
I laugh
because it's an old song

a stupid song
so familiar song
My eyes close heavy, rebellious
all I can hear is the song
it comes back to me in the wave pattern
vibrating the memory loose
In the back of the old station wagon
Vista Cruiser
with all the other kids and cousins
on our way to Summer camp
windows down Summer wind lovingly whipping us
with salt sand scrub-pine lashes
making fun of the drivers behind us
SCREAMING this song

Top of our lungs
All of ourselves lost in THIS SONG

This stupid song

that I loved so much so long ago

playing overhead in this stupid hipster sandwich shop

with the sudden ocean-salt taste of these tears

being back there in that Summer

flying to Adventure in the Vista Cruiser

Nothing but open road ahead of us
As far as the eye can see