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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
(a sequel to 1966, which I posted here at piptalk a long while ago...) 1971 Sunday morning breaks upon the sand stars bid goodbye to lovers as they fade over the strand dividing you and me and the Asbury Park shade remember the teenage Bach and summer lemonade remember the way I used to hold you in that Ferris wheel well now I watch the strip break down and I can't deal with the miles we've tread of the letters we've read and the back and forth foreplay over the answering bell Johnny Rivers turned to Jimi Hendrix and suddenly there was so much I couldn't tell you so here I am, still getting in my last licks on a baby blue Fender if only I could remember the right way out of here 22nd street hot rod races just stopped running the cherrytops said that was the end of our funnin' our teenage jukebox blues echoing down the alleyways the sound of the drums cascading with the waves the pounding of young hearts slow to a whisper my memory aches for the last moment I kissed her and baby, our song still plays every now and then on a poolhall piano down on the boardwalk's end I can't help but sigh and cry in the back of my Chevrolet hunched over a roadmap leading to where ever you lay 'cause these old dreams are all that's left to me, Sweet Jane "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
I can't help but sigh and cry in the back of my Chevrolet hunched over a roadmap leading to where ever you lay 'cause these old dreams are all that's left to me, Sweet Jane'''' ~ Hi there Zach  this is a powerful memory you have shared, thank you....I love reading you! |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
I was 21, and have the same memories |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
I was being born . . . |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
It was an interesting decade for that part of the Shore and the run from the “optional” beach at Fort Hancock to the Manasquan Inlet and on down to the Bay Head Diner, always brought a kaleidoscope of choices in any season. You stirred a pot of memories for me. Flashes of hot nights and sweaty music, the Stone Pony, sun heated young skin that still smelled of ylang ylang or coconut from the day’s suntan lotion...cold nights on the beach at the Deal line waiting for the rum boats (that hadn’t carried rum in years) to make the run between the night fishing parties and the Coast Guard cutters...from the touts at the track in Long Branch to the fortune tellers in Asbury Park...racing up along the Sea Bright wall in a storm so bad the waves were breaking on the houses on the river side...walking the West End beach in a winter fog.... Thanks! |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
Oh I love that! hugs, g |
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