Listen to John Jay’s short but poignant account registered from the memory of a young teen about the night the lights went out .
In a 67 Chevy
Tryin’ to keep cool
As young fools tend to bend
Momma Natures rules
Their night moves always lose
To her summertime hot n’ heavy
Took a drag
Off her Newport cigarette
Can’t forget
That silent scene
A skewed view
Felt the heat
In that front seat
Lookin’ through
A smokey window screen
Above the leaves
Hang limp on scorched trees
The sky an airglow field of green
Hints a torched rose pink hue
The street goes dark
Sparked.. dull the last lamp bulb
A lull in the night faint light
Now an iridescent blackish blue
Could barely reach
That deep back seat
A stretch to get
Now soakin’ wet
Those old gold paper bags
Beads of sweat
Dripped and licked the lips
Rolled off ice cold
Michelob