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A bit of Young Adult Nostalgia

A chapter in the book Minnesota Poems

The Loop

by Treischel



Each Friday night, and on Saturday,
The boys with their toys came out to play;
To ogle girls, and show off their cars;
To hustle some drinks at local bars.

As young men are conforming creatures,
"The Loop" became a weekend feature;
A figure eight for the grand parade,
A manhood rite to a serenade.

For ladies often were there about,
Along St. Paul's proven pavement route,
Where man and car can be admired
In hopes that romance be inspired.

The bigger the engine in the car,
Better the chances of getting far.
Detroit obliged by putting them out,
And plenty were seen along this route.

It's started by getting into town.
The Seventh Street Bridge will take you down.
It sweeps along past Mickey's Diner,
Where counter meals couldn't be finer.

To Seven Corners intersection
For Kellogg Boulevard connection,
A busy place where many may meet,
As concerts play and sports compete.

A hard right turn as the road goes on
Where Kellogg then meets with Marion;
Past Cathedral, then the government,
Where lots of women gain employment.

A left on to University,
A road of storied diversity,
So many stoplights along the way
Provide ample time for prime display.

This strip leads us to the treasure bin.
Our goal is to reach Porky's Drive-in,
Where a waitress in a skimpy skirt,
While taking orders, will prance and flirt.

All the coolest cars will wind-up there,
To consume Porky's hot, greasy fare.
Guys are bragging all about their fates,
In the hope their lies will get them dates.

When their puffed-up pride produces ire,
They'll start their cars and head down Prior,
Then turn right, on to Pierce-Butler Road,
To follow driving's most manly code.

It is here we have a well-known place
From which two fast cars can have a race;
A long straight-a-way on which to drag,
When a pretty lady drops the flag.

While friends on look-out watch for cop cars,
The contestants race to see who stars
In the challenge for a female's heart,
The chance to distinguish them apart.

Once the dust and choking smoke scatters,
It's just the winning car that matters.
As the fates have had their fickled say,
The rest can continue on their way.

Down the way and then a right on Rice,
The path to Kellogg is pretty nice,
Which takes one back through the heart of town.
You'll find the Post Office further down.

Jackson left turn returns to the start
At Seventh again, where you depart,
Or begin it over, once again,
Depending on what's happening then.

Success may pay a persistent troop
Down this pathway that's known as "The Loop".




Recognized


This poem recalls a bit of my and St. Paul's history. When I was a 17 to 19 year old single guy, this was a typical weekend activity. My buddy owned a black 1959 Ford Gallaxy 500XL convertable that we used to cruise "The Loop", in search of females and other cars to drag with. Of course, we were too young to drink, but with fake ID's, it didn't stop us from trying. The Are between St. Paul and Minneapolis is known as "The Midway. Porky's is about halfway between both. This poem describes the route we took.

The poem is written in aabb rhymed quatrains. I chose an unusual 9 syllable count meter so that I could mix up the tempo and not be restricted by the iambs or other fixed conventions.

The author created a montage with a rough map to illustrate the route in PowerPoint.
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