By J.J. Tindall
BAKER STREET BLUES
Gerry Rafferty’s “Baker Street”
was “Our Song.”
Me, and Ms. Susan
Lynn Vaugh of Mesquite,
Texas, new to Naperville
Central.
I moved in
fast, moments ahead
of my
reputation.
I’d take her to
the newly emerging subdivisions
in southeast Naperville
after the Nth time
she made me take her
to see Grease.
My ’67 Ford station
wagon had an AM
radio and
a great
back
seat.
Heavy, heavy petting,
fellas.
“Baker Street,” “Hot
Blooded,” “You’re The One
That I
Want . . . ”
“Baker Street”
was ours.
Once, while
getting into the back
seat, neither of us heard
the muted thud of her purse
falling softly into
the snow.
Next day, a construction
worker found it,
saw her home address
on her IDs, and gallantly
returned it.
To her
father, who had that day
off. Super.
Thus my adventures
in fiction
began in
earnest.
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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on January 24, 2008