Teen Town for the class of '68.(Poem)

TEEN TOWN for the class of '68

 
   Off North Grand and beside the creek 
   on a dead-end road lies Teen Town. 
   We hung out there, biding our time 
   as the 60's rolled in on the air waves: 
   Beach Boys, Beatles and the Byrds beat 
   in our blood like mainlined hormones 
   till we got every song by heart. 
   The girls gossiped and we played hoops. 
 
           Holmes flicks a pass behind his back 
           to Helme who hits a fade-away jump; 
           the Pendergast twins clear the boards; 
           and Broph gives an elbow and a bump. 
 
   When a .45 was a record 
   not a gun--that was a .22-- 
   a .33 was cool, but radio 
   ruled in a GTO with 4 
   on the floor and a 389. 
   At 16 we drove and 18 was legal 
   but drinking was a Teen Town taboo, 
   when girls gossiped and we played hoops. 
 
           Sylvia, Sue, Lonnie and Barb 
           had the right look, wore the right garb. 
           Songs the end-all, dance the be-all, 
           Teen Town revolved around b-ball: 
 
   We looked for action on Saturday 
   night, with a fist-fight as good as 
   a ...