MHz 27.225: At The Melody 49

Crowded, the drive-in is; the weather fine---

the sky is cloudless, and emerging stars

begin to populate the bluer east.

(Tonight, we will observe the planet, Mars.)

Our C.B. brings continuous conversation

(that Lloyd and Betty hold in derogation;

they speak of it as "just hillbilly crap").

The previews that appear on the huge screen's

surface promise an endless flow of shocks---

that is, if we are brave enough to choose

to stay.  Upon the back seat are your shoes,

cast there when we left home, three hours ago

anxious to start our usual weekend cruise.

Beneath the boot flares of your favorite jeans;

sheathed in light, sky-blue blue socks, your playful feet 

(soft, warm and fragrant), ease into my lap,

and, welcome there, disrupt my concentration.

No old fart's mad handwringing can malign

or ruin this perfect pleasure in the least.

And you assure me, with sincerity:

this joy---that makes our nights seem more complete---

will enter rhymed lines of my poetry:

I doubt . . . but you say you already know.









Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Melody 49 was a drive in theater west of our town, just off the interstate.  On Friday and Saturday nights, second run horror movies, often accompanied by a "tame" R-rated film, kicked off our "after nightfall" activity.  We added a dimension to it by keeping the CB on, to discuss the film, or anything else that came to mind, with others who were somewhere in the drive in's vast parking lot.  

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"And you assure me, with sincerity

and joy, that someday this shared delectation

will enter rhymed lines of my poetry:

I doubt . . . but you say you already know."


Wonderful ending. ---   Stephen

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Thank you very much.  That

Thank you very much.  That person's belief in my ability, in a time when I had none, helped to sustain me in my ambition.


  This poem has also given rise to a second series of horror/science fiction poems, "Melodies 49."  That summer, most of what we saw there was horror or science fiction.  "The Pom Pom Girls" was the only film, and R-rated, which was an exception to that rule.