On The Beach

Page 53 “Corkscrew Days Rolling Rock Nights

Liquor store man looks funny at me

Shakes his head and snorts

Every day I visit his sorry ass

To get my supplies, my needs, my joy

Sitting on my blanket

I watch and pull a cork

Skies are blue and the birds soar so high

I loose them on the fuzzy horizon

The wine tastes like an Italian village

In the late summer

With the sun going down

My thoughts are slow and vivid

Empty bottle and the n night birds call

Rolling Rock green

The light yellow water adds years

To my life span

I know it

The night gets cooler

Beach lights shine

Games are played

I only watch

And think

And then I sleep

Tomorrow I must go

To the liquor store man

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