the late night prowl

when we were young,
long haired
and lineless, free to do
whatever we wished to do,
such as ride around in a car
with other friends
until late at night,
the radio loud, looking
for girls.
the cops would pull
us over.
search for beer or weed.
finding only wrappers
of hamburgers
and empty drinks.
annoyed and disappointed
they'd lecture us with
their billy clubs,
pushing them into our
hard bellies,
our backs.
they'd tell us to get home.
get a hair cut,
and don't let
us catch you out
here again, this late at
night,
having fun.