The small blue Nissan ahead of Me at the stoplight has a plastic License plate holder that says I’D RATHER BE AT A RICK SPRINGFIELD CONCERT, and, buddy, wouldn’t we All rather be catching a tan In the summertime lawn seats at Some amphitheater off the Highway, wearing sunglasses to Protect our eyes from the sun and The gleam of Rick’s professional Teeth, watching his wavy dyed brown Septuagenarian goatee Frame his mouth as it sings “Jessie’s Girl” with his mind on autopilot, Wondering what he’ll have for dinner Later as he croons Where can I Find a woman like that? for the 100,000th time as we Dream of this life we’re in for the 100,000th time instead Of cubicles and gray, the beige Hallways we walk for decades before Demise? We dream, relaxed in the Warm air we ignore for another Decade as some gulls try to steal Fries from a couple who are busy Groping their fiftysomething bodies, Their bodies here still, soft & alive, Sagging in the lawn but fifteen Again and lost in their friend’s basement Again making out on the bean bag In the corner, frantic in hazy Afterschool limbo before The friend’s parents get home from work. They knock over what’s left of a Margarita in a can. It Trickles green through the grass as Rick’s Band cuts straight to the opening Riff for “Love Somebody.” The drummer Pounds the toms, the thuds summoning 1984 as the guitar Chimes and harmonies swoop in and Swallow the heating air. You better Love somebody / it’s late, the frogs Evaporating in the wetlands By the offramp.
Mitchell Nobis is a writer and K-12 teacher in Metro Detroit. His poetry has appeared in Hobart, Nurture Literary, The Night Heron Barks, and other great lit mags. He facilitates Teachers as Poets for the National Writing Project and hosts the Wednesday Night Sessions reading series. Find him at @MitchNobis or mitchnobis.com.