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Blueberry Hill

I can still remember back when I was a kid I had a friend called Millie and we were made for each other just like peanut butter and jelly on a piece of crusty bread on a Sunday afternoon I'd go round to Millie's house and we'd sit in the kitchen and talk Millie's mom had an old record-player that sat in a box on top of the fridge and we'd listen to scratchy old records of Chuck Berry and Little Richard but I liked Fats Domino best yea...he was definitely my favourite we would sit there sharing a Pesi cola listening to a song called "Blueberry Hill" talking tough as if we were grown-ups and smoking a cheap cigarette during one hot summer we'd catch the Short Line bus and ride it all the way up town across the old steel mill bridge through the business district right around memorial park and out towards a place called Stately Hills when we finally got there we'd look at the beautiful houses and Millie would turn to me and say "wow! I wish me and you could live here" and I'd say "yea! That would be really great" then Millie would pick us out a house it was usually a large two storey affair five bedrooms huge double garage and a mail box at the gate we'd walk around together trying not to look out of place but it wouldn't take very long before someone would notice us and they'd say something like "Hey! are you two lost?" so by the late afternoon we'd walk back to the bus stop and catch the very last service home Millie and I would sit at the back looking through the rear window watching all those big houses slowly fade into the distance and disappear from view "don't worry Millie", I'd say "we can come back another time" but as things turned out we never did Millie's step-father had started to drink so her mother packed up and left him taking Millie to live with her aunt I never saw Millie after that but I always stopped to think of her each and every time I rode that bus and whenever I hear "Blueberry Hill" I can almost taste that Pepsi cola mixed with the odious smell of a cheap cigarette *penned by Scarecrow Joe

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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