Brookside

Hot sizzling burgers frying on the grill.
Summer heat mixed in the thrill.
The diner was cheap, but packed with the
usual crowd of kids trying to be part of
something other than themselves.
Girls wore cut off shorts, guys in their
muscle shirts.
Greasy fries dipped in ketchup, root beer
used as a chaser.
The sound of a 57 Chevy, chrome bumpers
and a cherry red paint job pulled up to
the curb.
These were the cool guys who cruised
Brookside.
Nights like these were endless in the
summer.
Funny how time races by.
You just grow up and it all goes away.