Memory rush

A calm summer's day. Mid-20s, visiting 'home'.
You stopped off, as was your habit, at
a second-hand record store and
spent your last twenty, as was your habit,
on a haul of Steely Dan LPs in excellent condition

No one picked up your phonebox call, so you
caught the bus, trudged up the road.
Where the hell were they? You told them
you were coming. 

                Let myself in, killed
the alarm, made a drink and
put my new vinyl acquisitions on
the old turntable.

Opened up the sliding doors
found the old football, kicked it up and
around the back garden
in the wild sunshine, Can't Buy a Thrill,
Countdown to Ecstasy blasting loud
from the old turntable. Where
the hell were they?