1977?  Shit!  That was 45 years ago.
I hear Steely Dan settling, not really
Easily, into somewhere, like Bel-Air,
In L.A.  I, of course, couldn't be anyplace
Near.  I was camped in a third-
Floor walk-up, shared bath, and no
Car; more crucially, no air
Conditioning.  When it was hot, I
Had my windows open, and, into
Them entered the sounds of each
Fresh rack of balls being broken
Nearby, in a bar.  I picked up
Impetigo from my place's
Mattress.  I worked far away,
Taken to it by bus, and I found,
There, surprisingly, someone I
Wanted, who'd come to my walk-up,
And who, in due time, I would
Marry, and follow out here to
The prairie, forty-one years
Ago now.  Can that be?  After
Children and grandchildren,
Decent investments, suburban
Sprawl and innumerable
Setbacks, I'm here, in a chair,
Hearing Steely Dan playing,
Alive.  Only one of them is.