Coming up the hill in the dusky light
The car headlights catch the shadowed
Old buildings, light up the neon with faded
Memories of color and the windows
Fill with light and flick’ring shadows.
In the flick of light and shadow play
Come the remembered days of glory
Cars with fins, of strong and painted steel
Hold girls and boys neatly dressed who
Hurry through the early evening —
Dinner, a movie, at the drive-ins.
Gone now, remembered only
In the light of a passing car,
Flick’ring over the old neon.