A Blizzard of Joan in Carolina Heat
By ice rivers
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In North Carolina
It's already 90 degrees.
it's not even noon.
I need to cool off.
Throw on some Miles Davis.
Birth of the cool.
Think back twenty years.
A blizzard in Rochester.
A call from my Mom.
Sad news
Joan had passed away.
Joan was my high school girl friend.
Lived on the same street
five houses cdown
five houses further from main street.
Joan came from Quincy, Mass.
My daughter Mary lives in Quincy today.
Upon Joans arrival
All the guys were after her.
Dark haired
Dark eyed Down to Earth
Cool shoes
Dance like the wind.
We all smoked
So did Joan.
Behind my house was the field
My buddies and me Still unknown
would gather at the field every day
For baseball and smokes
Away from parental interference.
Frog
Rick
Holly Hood
Stash Malloy
King
Chief Chewacki
Big Joe
Johnny Crown
Hazey
Spook
Al
Dogs
X the Known
Ugg Too Much
Stingray.
Very few girls
One day Joan
Sitting in the bleachers
Smoking Winstons and then gone.
Everybody noticed
Everbody flipped and wished.
Mac made the first move
He was born in Boston.
Handsome and he knew it
Tough and he knew it
Soon they were a couple
With accents in common.
Mac lived much closer to Main Street.
After stopping at Joan's
Mac would head back towards the Main
And pause at my house and to tell me
Of romantic complications.
While we smoked in the Rambler
Mac was interested in marriage
More interested in the torrid stops
While the Lettermen harmonized
In the background, along the way.
Joan had other ideas further from the Main
Unaccented and nearer to the heart.
Joan was almost sixteen, ya know what I mean.
I was the only guy from the field that she invited
To the sweet sixteen party in her basement.
I was without my crew including Mac.
The word got back to that Joan
Wanted me
To ask her
To dance.
Wonderland by Night.
Wonderland was a dare
To bring a girl close
I took the dare.
I brought Joan in as we used to say
Or did she bring me?
She put her hand on the back of my neck.
Her scent of Ambush filled the air
With another dose of Wonderland.
She whispered in my ear.
Whispered
Whispered
Whispered
"I'm done with Mac"
We spent the next two years together.
I got my first car.
I would pick her up from school
We would stop at our spot near the cascades
At Ellison Park where we would count kisses.
I took her to my Senior Ball
She took me to her Junior Prom
She took me to her Senior ball.
She saved the cover of her yearbook
For my romantic writing
I filled it and she showed it to her friends.
Eventually I went away to college
We made it through the first year of distance.
Joan stayed home no need for college.
I met Bobbi and drifted away.
Word got back to Joan, I'm told.
No drama, no trauma barely a whimper
More of a ghost for us both.
I heard that Joan got married
I knew her husband
He never hung out at the field
Unless you count Viet Nam
I heard they had kids
Joan will always be the girl
Who showed up at the field,
The innocent seductive
The Ambush girl who whispered
Wonderland in my ear
Before my first beer.
Always nineteen
Until the blizzard 20 years ago
When I learned
On the phone
From my Mom
That Joan had passed.
Lung cancer.
51 years of life.
I wondered and wonder
About her death bed.
Did she remember the Junior Prom
The way she looked that night
Ellison Park
That day on the bench
In the field
Her Sweet Sixteen whisper?
Suddenly in the midst of that blizzard
I felt colder and older
As I do now
With Miles betwen us
In the Carolina heat.
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