When Elvis was in the Army
Wendy and Doug and them boys ran this neighborhood
They was out late at night all the time then
Loafing on the school lot and out in front of Ranson’s Grocery
Making shadows in the light from the streetlamps
Making fun of the younger kids playing basketball
Out behind the school.
Wendy talked like he owned a car
He said he was working on it
And it was just about ready to go
But he didn’t want anybody to find out about it.
They had black-leather jackets, everyone of them but Doug
Never zipped them, even in the winter
And ducktail haircuts
And knew an old man who’d give them a drink.