Windy drive from the San Jose airport
To Santa Cruz was a perking
Old hippie beach town
Reflected a by-gone optimism.
When I was growing up
In the sixties
My fears of being drafted gave me
Too young to participate in love-ins.
I smoked marijuana for less than six months.
And being gay held me back
From any sexual experiences.
I romanticized this ride.
Rental car hugged the turns.
Large trees shadowed the two-lane highway.
Ascent to the town fulfilled my expectations
Of new age wonders.
I reveled in the run-down Cruz city
That hunted for being reborn.