Old Smoothies - Steve Goodman

My grandfather used to take us

Down to the ice skatin' show

At the hockey rink at the stadium

When the Blackhawks were on the road

We’d cheer for the clowns in their costumes

And the beautiful figure ballet

Of the former Olympic champions

As they’d spin on the frozen spray

But there was one moment in that whole spectacular show

When the band would strike up a quiet waltz

And they turned all the lights down low

Old smoothies

Two old people on skates

Sequined septuagenarians

Doing their figure eights

How they’d glide 'round the arena

So serene and sublime

They had been the old smoothies for a long, long time

Where did they get the stamina?

And how did they stay in shape?

I know that took the lion’s share

Of liniment, pride and tape

See my Grandfather smile and the smoothies

Would glide and pirouette

Then he would reach for my Grandma’s hand

And Grandma’s eyes got wet

The spotlight stayed on the smoothies

While they circled the ice and bowed

Before fifteen thousand hockey fans

Not a dry eye in the crowd

Old smoothies

Two old people on skates

Sequined septuagenarians

Doing their figure eights

How they’d glide 'round the arena

So serene and sublime

They had been the old smoothies for a long, long time