i remember

the mather auto movies drive-in theater.  i watched american graffiti & the bruce lee flix fist of fury & the way of the dragon.  the children's playground was under the screen.  if you got bored with the movies you would ask your mom if you could go out to the swings & the slide & she would say yes because no matter how late it was she could see you from the car because the film was playing overhead of the playground.  but it was that moment when i discovered the perfect job for a poet.  i was with my father walking back from the snack bar located at the back of the drive-in lot.  we walked past the projection booth that sat in the middle of the lot.  the door was open.  i peered inside.  the projectionist was an older chap sitting in an over-stuffed laz-e-boy recliner reading a thick paperback while the movie spooled effortlessly on the projector.