Glen Island Casino - 1941

Saturday night,
Half a century ago,
At the Glen Island Casino,
The ocean, the trees, the night,
Delicious, fragrant, intoxicating,
Dancing with my girl,
Her name - long forgotten,
To the music of Glen Miller,
The best there was or ever will be,
His 'String of Pearls'
Reverberating through the night,
Glen Miller in his prime,
So soon to die in that flaming plane,
Like his music,
A meteor through the night,
Never to be forgotten,
My body feeling his beat, his rhythm,
Pulsating, pulsating in my youth,
In a time, in a place
Inscribed in nostalgia,
Always remembered
As the best of my youth...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz