My father was out of town, sister

dearest off with friends,

so mother took me out for dinner

tonight.

To Fuddruckers.

Walked in,

It was a blast from the past, like

stepping into another decade.

The walls they were lined with posters

and photos

of old people

eating hamburgers.

Kids were playing videogame machines older

than their parents.

There was an old juke box too.

And some tables had umbrellas overhead

inside!

Nothing really stood out though; it was all just

one big thing

and I was soaking it all in asking for more,

and boy, did they deliver

Above our table lay a big black and white picture of five guys

I inquired their identities from the all-knowing mother

The Rolling Stones she says

At the time I had no idea of the gravity those words carried

and how they would change me.

The burgers were not great there

And as I sat in the bathroom vomiting three quarters

of a double cheeseburger and half a milkshake

A song came on by the Stones,

as if by grace of god or probably Magic

And between each hurl came, “If you start me up

I’ll never stop”

drowning out my nasty noises

I couldn’t help but think,

I’ve got to have more of this music.