Do you remember that day We go in your old Volvo after class And drove west out into west of nowhere Passing a museum about dinosaurs And their place in western Mass. Until we found that old, small town That belonged in another era, With small houses, and small streets And signs on the doors giving various history degrees.
The music you played didn’t fit With the scenes we passed, Children on bikes that laughed at us As we stared down their streets Hands over eyes like explorers Notebooks out and ready like cartographers Pens tips chewed in the ends of our mouths Like the writers we wanted to be.
And It was all fun and games Until we had to turn around, In that corn field of all places, That seemed to never end, Because it was fall and the corn stalks yellowed And I imagined they would have crunched under our feet In the cool autumn air I breathed through the open window.
You went deer-in-the-headlights As some farmer came by in his truck And you started joking -Until fear start creeping- “This is the end for us,” Because it looked like something from a film Where two college kids die alone in a cornfield, ****** unsolved Scythe found with no prints The beginning of a bad movie script.
But we lived, Because he gave us directions back home Back to route 93 Or 94, or 270 Where we parted for one of our final times Before you left for the big city, Losing this memory to history Like all those little houses And all their little families.