Sea of cars
Like a humpback whale convention
Row after row
Speakers dangling off windows
Rolled up, fighting the city mosquitoes
Flinging their bodies against the glass
Humidity glazing the outside windshield
Passion steaming the insides of those big-fin cars
Monsters larger than life stomping across the screen
In black and white
Teen girls
Soon to be called women
When the feminist movement
Roars through the states
Pick their way
To the bathrooms
Why is there always a line for females
But never for males
Are they using the bushes
Behind the stands
“Go on out to the lobby”
Sing the dancing refreshments
Time to wade through mass mayhem
To buy salty, oily popcorn
And sugary colas
Rumored to make girls sexy
If taken with aspirin
The boys stuff dollars
Into the hands of the girls
Who are willing to stand in line
For this treat divine
No escape from the pandemonium
Pushing, laughing
And talk-talk-talking
Most of all
Now back to the car
When the movie continues
What a wondrous place for teens
What a wondrous place for
Pajama-clad babies
Those babies conceived in liberty
At the drive-in movie
So long ago…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Solano drive-in
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