Saturday Afternoon In The Tower
After practice and massive calorie intake,
I’d rush to get a seat on the 2nd floor of
Central. Like a broken record, I would request
The same cassette, because you got
your own player. My desire: Joni Mitchell’s
“Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter.”
The moment Jaco’s bass kicked up, I was
Transported to Cotton Avenue to hear the shiny,
Shiny music and see all the shiny people dancing to it.
I knew I had to go there, because I had no place
Special, as Joni said. At that point, the weekend was
One long tune to Sunday dinner. I’d glide past the
talking eucalyptus and the oddly placed blue
Fencing in the forest, headed to Revelle Plaza and
The simple life of a virgin freshman.
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