James Dean

Think James Dean.
The very definition of “rebel without a cause”
With waves like the ocean running through his hair
And the sky in his eyes.
Eager to be everything,
But stopped short.
Think James Dean,
When you remember the leather jacket that stole America’s heart.
Hung on his frame as if it were an extention of himself
The black and white Chucks on his feet,
They were supposed to be dirty.
But not caked in mud, just enough wear and tear to consider them his.
Think James Dean
When you think of his smile.
And a cigarette between his pearly whites
While he leaned on a pock-marked storefront wall.
I think James Dean,
With a playlist of memories and a sunny day in the park.
Eager to be everything,
But always stopped short.