His hair and eyes were surely as dark as the devil's
but his laugh made me forget
he was no saint -
was pretty sure 100 mph
with windows rolled down and speaker cranked
was a sin on any back country road...
I learned summer nights
could be exciting; even dangerous
for this Catholic girl.
I did fall in love that night,
but not with him. Just now,
had to think hard to remember his name,
but Billy Joel's still a favorite on my playlist.
by Margaret Bednar, January 9, 2015
I originally wrote this poem in 2015 but am posting again as this song came on the radio and I felt young (and reckless) again for a few minutes... sigh.
Today, linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform"
Also linked with "dVerse Poetics - Cry me a River" - I hope this qualifies - I don't cry over this poem, but I might have shed a tear or two over this boy... or at least wasted too many hours "yearning"...
The song was "Only the Good Die Young" by Billy Joel.
This is a true story - some details have been left out as I'm sure they would bore everyone :) … I do remember running out the door before he could get out of the car - I did not want my mom and dad to meet him.
If you love Billy Joel, you might find THIS l-o-n-g article interesting.
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Herotomost's Friday Challenge - Road Trip"
