Seems we often found ourselves
in the shopping center parking lot
just before midnight, listening for
the next song on the car radio,
the long classic cuts they played
Saturdays for the kids round here —
Stairway to Heaven, Dream On,
or something by Pink Floyd or Yes —
but one time it was new to me
and you said shh listen it’s Jungleland
by Springsteen, Cindy bought the album,
the guy on the magazine covers.
And I remember now — 38 years later! —
how you said listen for the organ
on the line from the churches to the jails.
I remembered everything you told me,
which is how I got through English
without reading any of the books,
but some things can only be known
by living them like Siddhartha did,
or learned from a real Jersey Girl
and a love so hard and filled with defeat.