TO BE CONTINUED

by Richard Schnap

I walked down the street today
Remembering how it was years ago
With the theatre that showed vintage films
And the restaurant with the greasy chicken

And I ask the street if it remembers me
Barely more than a child in blue jeans
And a black leather jacket, smoking a Marlboro
And waiting for love to embrace me.

But the street says No I don’t remember you
You are mistaking me for somewhere else
I don’t have a theatre or a restaurant
I’m not the place you seem to call home

And as I stood there a boy passed by
Wearing blue jeans and a black leather jacket
Smoking a Marlboro as he smiled at a girl
As if she was the one the street would not forget..