AT THE WARBY
BEACHWAY BOARDWALK
Once you've reached the front door,
you'll see the sea is at your left and
things are very damp. It gets that way
often. All my books are soggy and ruined,
with but maybe one read left in them.
Not worth a damn for resale or auction.
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When the tide comes in, the boats
do rise. Seems like ten times a day
but they say it's only two so that will
have to do. It's after six or something
already, and at that point the lifguards
go home.
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What lingers, you ask? Oh, this boardwalk
life is not for me, but here's the list: popcorn
and soda, noise and custard, fat girls and
whores, major men from Newark and the
projects, strutting their tube-steak dioramas.
A few guys, always, strumming for dollars
like they sleep with Bruce and are best of
friends. The surf and seagulls take away
all their sound, so little matters and they
might as well be mute. Throw me a dollar
if you hear that girl holler.
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