62 Pontiac

My 62 Pontiac was a mighty machine,

low and wide and mean with 425 horse ready,

As we cruised the neighborhood, every eye would stop.

It was a a convertible, electric blue, white vinyl top.

It had mag wheels and glowing lights to show them off.

It made the older people scoff but to me and my teenage friends

it was the living end.

We washed it twice a day or more.

We fed it gasoline and oil and polished every spot.

We lived within the confines of that car

and while it lasted, we were hot.

On Meeting A Celebrity

On meeting a celebrity it's best not to stare.

It helps them to feel normal if they don't know you're there.

If they speak to you directly you may respond

but please,

don't expect a lasting bond.

It's O.K. to say you are a fan but don't demand an autograph

or from their presence you'll be banned.

And never, never snap their picture or a paparazzi you will be

attempting to exploit them photographically. 

So when you see a star, stay perfectly calm

do not stare or audition your new song.

Just ignore them as you would a perfect stranger

and you'll be a proper friend.

Old Friends

Old friends who have touched our hearts are always dear

and no matter how much time and space have passed

our recollections remain clear.

We wish these kindred souls the very best

and hope to be with them again

in this world or the next.