One plus One

i didn't have a drop to drink
on the evening of my twenty first birthday
'cause i drove past the local Lutheran Church
as all the parishioners were on their knees to pray
and i could see their faces and almost hear them say
"It's not a good way
to spend your time
when you're down to your last thin dime!
Make yourself at home in this peaceful place
where all our wonderful words rhyme!"
but my borrowed car kept going down High Street,
past the singles bar and the rundown movie house;
past a woman searching for her photo album
and an old man thinking about his former spouse
now that she was dead,
hoping to remember the tantalizing words she once said
when they were young and all the windows had a view,
when all their caresses were light and one plus one always equaled two
and soon enough i saw the central traffic light
Hut's barbershop was off to my right
where i often sat in his big, red leather chair;
he'd cut me a flat top as i'd watch my hair fall without a narcissistic care;
he'd brush my face and squirt some cheap perfume
as thoughts of backyard burgers and Pabst Blue Ribbon would filter through the room:
fifty cents and a quick dab of wax,
no added charges and no sales tax;
men sharing personal war stories
reliving their past imagined glories
and out the door in fifteen and on the street looking for a double thick strawberry shake
wondering how to be on the make
Saturday matinees with hot popcorn in a big paper bag with loads of melted butter?
on screen, Marlene Dietrich with her smoldering sex appeal would always make my heart flutter
under the seat where all the chewing gum stuck
i'd try to find some spare change but never had the luck
and out the door in fifteen and on the street looking for the cheerleader who had the tiny feet,
the long blonde hair and her teeth would be perfectly white
she'd wrap her arms around me and fill me with such delight
i'd ask my mother if love was real and she'd poke me in the eye
"We never talk about stuff like this and you really should know why!"
i didn't have a drop to drink
on the evening of my twenty first birthday
'cause i drove past the local Lutheran Church
as all the parishioners were on their knees to pray
and i could see their faces and almost hear them say
"It's not a good way
to spend your time
when you're down to your last thin dime!
Make yourself at home in this peaceful place
where all our wonderful words rhyme!"
but my borrowed car kept going down High Street,
past the singles bar and the rundown movie house;
past a woman searching for her photo album
and an old man thinking about his former spouse
now that she was dead,
hoping to remember the tantalizing words she once said
when they were young and all the windows had a view,
when all their caresses were light and one plus one always equaled two.