Pricey Nostalgia

Vintage shirts are heavy
The caked dirt
Inhabiting the seams
Carrying tales of stadium trembles
And frolicking girls
She wore a gray Metallica shirt
With skulls interacting
Like passerbys on a New York City street corner
She vanished as lightening escapes a storm
I chased after her
Running through pot smoke
and dead yellow grass
As deceased as the characters on her top
No thumbs up in blue, no red hearted photographs
Just a sweat-soaked T’ 20 years later
Costing $400