spirit of 85

go to find the bathroom
when i pick dad up from work
long angled halls 
of this industrial complex
much older than me
stacked with pallets and metal

the john shares a hall with jazzercise 
directional signs posted along the way
maybe original prints from the heyday
i wonder if i’ll see
an instant before i do indeed
foxy fit women in spandex
electric from exertion 

and the call from my pre-adolescent
sensual base brain
is audible
rock ‘n’ roll, curves 
dim light and concrete
neon and sweat 
cheap worn with class 
vivid stills filed
from the best 80’s movies

we like what we like i guess
not hard to retrace
not easy to own