He was a
Polyester
Dinosaur,
And had
Lived in a
Polyester age;
Ritchie Valens
And the
Big Bopper.

He
Remembered
That day;
They were
Cruising to
The drive-in
Theatre and the
News had just
Come over
The radio
About the
Revolution
In Cuba.

He had his
Arm draped
Over her shoulder,
Slipped his hand down
The top of her dress
Cupping her breast,
And she asked:
 "where to?"
And he responded:
"Just drive baby,
Just drive."

He
Remembered
His square
Parents and
Dressing
Formally
For dinner:
He wondered
What movie they
Would be watching.

Either
'Return of
The Fly'
Starring
Vincent
Price,or
'Pillow
Talk'
Starring
Rock Hudson
And Doris Day.

He had
A thing for
Doris and
Made his girl
Dress like her,
With those
Open-shouldered
50's gowns
Which he
Could
Either lift
Up easily,
Or flop our
Her tittles
With ease
Over the
Top.

He
Remembered
How the smell
Of her musk
Perfume mingled
With the straining
Notes of that
Ray Charles
Song that had
Just come out;
'What'd I say',
As it floated over
The convertible
Slicking his hair
Back,black glasses
On,as he made
Circles with his
Finger around
Her nipple.

He
Remembered
Many things;
The missile
Crisis,the
Beatles,
The hippies
And the
Vietnam
War.

He felt
Now like
A decrepit
Groaning
Rusted hulk,
As his wife
Pushed him
Around the
Retirement
Home in his
Wheel chair,
As she asked:
 "where to?"
And he responded:
"Just drive baby,
Just drive."

He
Laughed,
Because he
Knew that he
Was in the very
Late autumn
Of his life;
They were
Still alive
And kicking
Though, and
Still listened
To their old
Records and
Smoked the
Occasional
Joint.

He intended
To go out
With a hard-on,
Thanks to those
Fancy little
Blue pills;
And he still
Slipped
His hand
Down his
Wife's
Dress to
Grab her
Sagging
Tittle,yet
In his mind's
Eye,it was
Still firm
And young.

But he
Didn't care,
Because he
Still felt like
A punk,
A rebel;
Young
At heart,
That he
Had never
Sold out
To the squares,
And rebelled at
Any chance
He could.

He was a
Polyester
Dinosaur,
And had
Lived in a
Polyester
Age.

His wife's
Voice came
Floating
Back into
Focus as
She asked:
 "where to?"
And he responded:
"Just drive baby,
Just drive."

As the
Music
From their
Record player
Wafted through
The window,
Blowing in
The wind,
As the
Autumn
Leaves
Gently
Crumpled
On the
Wet,soft
Earth.

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios

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