He dreamed he was in an old soda fountain
back in the good old day’s fifties
drinking a vanilla cola.
Girls wearing bobby socks sat on stools near him
talking about fifties music.
And the temperature of the times was
so much cooler than today. And the weather
was so much sunnier.
The dream was so good he wanted to
stay there forever.
He would have if he had met a girl named Peggy Sue,
but he woke up disappointed instead.
Bob Boyd
