Walking to my car through a Hazlet parking lot

A parked station wagon caught my eye  

It was kind of old

And had alternate stripes of bluegreen and brown along the sides 

I couldn't help but be reminded of Bob McCary from work's car

The style being so unique  

When I got home from Hazlet

A message to call Harry Sepp awaited me  

He said that there was a good high school basketball game

That afternoon in Lakewood  

On my way to meet him at the game

Another car just like Bob McCary's

Was coming the other way on Route 88  

It was Bob McCary  

I asked Bob the next time I saw him

If he lived anywhere near Lakewood‑‑‑

He said no