I Think It Was Willy Wonka

It was a Sunday
I had been at my dad's
We had talked about Willy Wonka just before
Because I had seen a bit at my dad's house

He had said he'd never seen it before

I had gotten very animated and excited talking about it
You had said it was from your childhood

It was from mine too
Just a little bit older
I almost wonder ...

We saw Willy Wonka at the drive in
The Parkway - which was the furthest distance away drive in we would go to
There were a lot of people there
We arrived late

I'm pretty sure my dad had played his lost game for amusement
The one where we would drive out into the country
And he would suddenly look wide eyed, pantomime astonishment

Oh no, we're lost

And me there, with my parents, yet frightened and worried

Either way there was drama and upset
Because it looked like we wouldn't get in
Or would have a horrible view if we did

They were fighting

And I had wanted to see the movie

Unlike so many we saw where I would watch the cartoon
And then lie down and go to sleep
I had wanted to see this one

And I did

But not until after one of their big scenes and upsets

Shit

I think it was Willy Wonka

The horrible thing is
You were enjoying me talk about Willy Wonka
So animatedly - you were concerned I wouldn't sleep
And called me gorgeous twice
With such love in your voice
Which I DID NOT notice on that night

Well if it was Willy Wonka
And I get very excited there
I don't register it as negative
Until just about where you say black grout
Where you're describing that picture

But to me
Willy Wonka is a memory
With some negative aspects
Although I love the movie

Black grout
Brings an image
But I can't attach it to anything

Yeah I really think it was Willy Wonka

1971

I was ten

Right during the epicenter of badness years

And everything I said to you

Was pretty much how I felt at that drive in

But couldn't have said