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Zombies
a poem
“All You Zombies” shuffles
onto my playlist
as I pull my ten year old Chevrolet
into the parking garage.
I’m late for work but
my paper-laden desk can wait
because it’s 1985
and I’m fifteen
screaming along to The Hooters
with Jen and Seunah
on that frightfully cold night.
We paid five bucks
to see Philly’s hottest band
live in concert
in the high school gymnasium
back when we knew they would be really, really big
someday in our big scary future.
About this poem: The Hooters are a rock band from my hometown of Philadelphia, PA and were especially popular during the mid-1980s. One of my fondest memories is seeing them perform at the Abington High School gymnasium when that school won a contest sponsored by local radio station WMMR for a concert. My friends, Jen and Seunah, and I were convinced they would become huge, like the Beatles, and we wanted to say we saw them for only five bucks. Jen and I still talk about this but we have sadly lost touch with Seunah and always wondered what…
