Good ol days
I remember the good ol days with vintage jukeboxes an real soda fountains. Shakes you couldn't finish cause they were too damn big. Gas was cheap, an the freeways clear. Bench seats weren't just for loving but for racing too. Cruising the boardwalk was legal an the thing to do. Passion an love filled the air just cruising without a care. The bars were a hopping an the food was good. It was just the thing to do. Simple loving just for tonight, then back to the grind of the daily life. AM stereos playing there tunes. Tuck & roll interior was hot an smooth. The bands had horns that knew what to do. Music that we could actualy dance too. The suits were a stylin an the fedoras were in. The betties an marilyn's all over the place. Those were the good ol days.
By Matthew Branton
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