I was stationed in Washington DC in the 80’s, and one of the things I really loved there was the nightlife.
For a kid of 18 – just released from small town America – I had wandered into a wonderland.
The bars there were amazing – even the dive joints. If I remember correctly the girl to guy ratio in DC back then was something like seven women to every man. Which I guess is why even the crummy places were great.
The music scene in those days was incredible (which I’m sure it still is, but you always judge the stuff from your youth to be better than the stuff from anyone else’s youth). Continue reading →
Gold is the color of my memories
They’re in soft focus, tinged in orange
And they smell of sage and honeysuckle
I go there a lot, more than I should
But I’m comfortable there, because I know what happens
There are no trick endings, plot twists or uncertainties
I know how everything turns out
But not everything turns out
Some of my memories aren’t finished yet
Maybe I can still make those ones turn out
Make them turn out gold, with a tinge of orange, smelling of sage and honeysuckle
I know a girl who so knows me
I cannot see all she can see
But now and then I get a glimpse
Of the good she is and the way she links
The extinct past where I have been
To the loving future I’m present in