My last drive in movie Was "Back to The Future" In an enormous green Impala With bench seats, moon roof White vinyl and velvet upholstery It closed the next year The land was long empty Eventually soccer fields replaced speakers A warehouse replaced the screen Hardly anyone remembers the thrill Of steaming up the windows The smell of buttered popcorn The challenge of sticky fingers Sweaty palms on summer nights Strawberry flavoured lip glossed kisses Missing the movie's second half Because a better feature appeared
