There are mark­ers from my deep past
That con­tained a frag­ment of me
Which seems to have been purged
From life’s brows­er his­to­ry

I walk down Oak street, enam­ored by the wannabe
Par­sian shoppes and the fad­ed glam­our of the 1980’s
When American’s were pres­ti­gious and wealthy
trans­fixed by the glit­tery, beau­ti­ful lights of life

Through­out my 20’s I had a pecu­liar habit of par­ty­ing in hotels
With friends, not your aver­age ones, but ones with fad­ed antiq­ui­ty
That remind­ed me of the rich his­to­ries and glo­ri­ous fan­ci­ful sophis­ti­cates
Who did it with class and style that’s no longer

Mon­trose beach, along the lake­front
Dad and old­er sis­ter used to take me there, just to enjoy
Sim­ple seren­i­ty, and bask­ing in the moment
moments entwined in the dou­ble helix of my time­line

Dad cruis­ing like a big olé pyi­amp down lake shore dri­ve
On his way into the office of Lester B. Knight
The high ris­es that spoke about worlds of infi­nite pos­si­bil­i­ties
I want­ed to live like the Jef­fer­sons

My familia’s su casa, the ances­tral estate on a street called Dover,
Was the U.S.S. Enter­prise of my youth, a cas­tle of bright lights
and har­row­ing melan­cholies
Imag­ine a ves­sel that was sat­u­rat­ed with the entire­ty of your exis­tence

I missed the esquire the­ater on Oak, where I first saw Return of the Jedi.
Also the one in Water Tow­er, where I went on my first date, and had my first
Offi­cial date’ kiss,

I can­not exclude Mar­shall Fields on State street
Moth­er would dri­ve me crazy spend­ing the entire day there
Not buy­ing a sin­gle thing ! It’s Xmas eve
You’re dri­ving me absolute­ly crazy

And Ryan’s restau­rant,
Moms and me would enjoy meals togeth­er
Warm heart­ed, kind wait­ress­es with hearts of gold
That thought me so adorable
Stuffed floun­der, deli­cioso,