home again…

I’d heard somewhere that you can never go home again…maybe the old man said it…could’ve been in a book I read back in high school…perhaps a bum I shared a bunk with at the homeless shelter…well somebody said it…somebody…

My old friends had left town…was told they all moved off years ago after the Harvester plant closed…some said a few of ’em went up to Detroit…then again I’d heard Chicago too…just up and left as soon as the company closed…left family behind…girlfriends cut out of the picture…goin out for a pack of smokes…only to never return…

The place was so desolate…old brick buildings barely hangin’ on…abandoned smoke stacks that used to stink up the air stood atop factories of yesterday…hadn’t belched toxins in years…all painted over with blue and red spray paint…symbols…pitchforks…

Went into a bar and had a couple…juke box played an old Bob Seger song…singin’ ’bout makin’ out with a girl in a Midwestern corn field…I remember nights like that…now all ’em girls were married…divorced…countin’ dimes to make ends meet…this ain’t what we had in mind…

The bus left the next mornin’…made damn sure I was on it…I’d heard somewhere that you can never go home again…

That fella was right…

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