Tuesday, September 16, 2014
I pass it on the boardwalk
And then again in town,
A granddaughter taking
Possession of an institution
Made famous by a song,
We live in a world
Thick with hints and omens
Trying to read tea leaves
When we need it spoken plain
And nothing ever is,
Life is always a mingling
Of coming and going
Green or red
Walk or don’t walk
When we need to know
Which we should do when
I prefer the blue neon
Of the boardwalk Marie’s
Because it is so near to the sea
So if I can’t get a straight answer
From one, I can seek one in the foam
Flowing up at my feet,
Hoping against hope
The cops don’t bust the waves
For telling fortunes
Better than they do.
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