one could never tell if the bartender’s love
for the classic teen drama
came from a place of sincerity
or was hipster irony – but it didn’t matter –
on Mondays when kindred spirits came together at the bar
reliving their coming of age as twenty-somethings
nostalgic for the youthful feeling
that slipped through our collective fingers
when faced with rents and relationships and responsibility
once a time machine
the videocassettes are obsolete
by now the old regulars must have forgotten
the names of their old girlfriends and boyfriends
but will remember forever that night at the bar
when their voices united as one to chant
Donna Martin graduates