I remember seeing palm trees everywhere when learning to use a 4x5 view camera in a Los Angeles Art School , that one year in 1963-64. ‘Speaking’ of palm trees, do you remember that song about Davie Crocket? In a nostalgic mood recently, that melody inspired me to scribble out the following:
Turn back the clock, sure wish we COULD.
That little place off WESTERN and THIRD.
Oooh, how the L.A. memories suddenly STIRRED.
Alvira Street, Hollywood and VINE. Stars on the boulevard, simply DIVINE.
Farmers Market, CBS, Studio CITY.
The 1960s, simply vanished, what a PITY!
All those TV shows, no charge, tickets to see Joey Bishop, Carol Burnett, Red SKELTON
and what still gets my old taste buds a MELTIN’?
That chili size, oh, so GOOD.
Go back to those days, sure wish I COULD.
Riding that scooter up to Griffith PARK.
Seeing the twinkling lights of L.A. in the DARK.
The magic sight from the top of the Hollywood HILLS.
For just another taste of the chili size that tasted so GOOD.
Turn back the digital clock, sure wish we COULD.
Poured on toast, smothered with beans and that SAUCE.
What a wizard the chef, he or she, WAS!
To those delicious L.A. memories, I’m still BOUND.
Good old L.A. TOWN!