It was the summer of working night and day,
eighty hour weeks, for banking paychecks to
pay tuition, being on call, always ready to go.
It was the summer of Genesis, Van Halen and
Whitesnake’s Here I Go Again, TDK blank tapes,
high top sneakers, hair gel, my first CD player.
It was the summer of learning to be a supervisor
of a crew, being responsible, firing of men for
lateness, leaning on shovels, and reckless driving.
It was the summer of 7-11 hot dogs, quarts of milk,
softball sized peaches, Lowenbrau nips, and Fridays
meant cheeseburger subs from Gallee’s Market.
It was the summer of not going to baseball games,
not going to the boardwalk, swimming in the ocean,
and for not spending time with high school friends.
It was the last summer of living in my hometown,
driving my first car, cutting someone else’s lawn,
dealing with other people’s anger, and being alone.