The Drive-In Movie

Something about a drive-in movie
On a sultry summer night,
Was my glimpse of paradise
In teen-age years of life.

Driving license and '49 Ford
Found me in that gravel lot
Lined with scratchy speakers
In a place that time forgot.

Windows down and a muggy breeze,
My steady on my shoulder,
Not a care in all the world,
No thoughts of growing older.

Stale popcorn and lukewarm cokes
Were tastes to be treasured.
Film noir and bad “B” movies
Failed to dull the pleasure.

A heated kiss and the giddy tingle
When she let me venture further
 Are memories etched in solid stone,
And time can’t cool the fervor.

Forever gone are salad days
Along with drive-in shows.
The flickering reels fade to black,
And so it always goes.

Copyright 2012 Ken Ragan