When we met we was 5th St.
Shoved to the edge
by our propensity to skate on by
That is days on wood, nights on sand.
You actually thought you were going to ride wave
to impress some other man.
Too lazy to extend you his hand
So I took you down to Croatan
where the real surf meets the sand.
Sometimes we'd leave boards at my place and play
9th street and pizza was the plan.
Bags left in the sand
We finally held hands
Into the business of falling in love,
but I might be too shy
to be the textbook surfer guy
that you need
You have certain thoughts to feed.
I couldn't really talk about it until we were 17th street,
or 19 and inland Mediterranean
and shopping led through bikinis and trunks
by those same hands.
I think you lost me in the shops like a little boy.
Maybe I was too into novelty
you like a toy.
It wasn't for 3 years that I'd see you again
picking at drinks in seaside bars.
We stopped and talked about “how far”
And decided 21st street block
was going to be our rock,
well for awhile.
Until we realized escape up 22nd to the highway
took less than a mile.
We wandered up and down the strip alone again for awhile.
How many times we glide by
and didn't recognize each other's smiles.
Little did I realize what the Boulevard had undone ...
It would take Laskin Rd. to take me back to you.
I married, with a daughter and a son
But you gleaming laying in the sun
I spotted you from 30 floors above like there's no other one.
I didn't want you to remain just a ghost
who haunts me from the strand
So when I hustled the kids down to the sand
it was to talk to you
make you real again, too.
After an hour you said you had a sick friend to look into,
but when I looked down you said
he has a place up on 52,
and suggested we could use the beach access there
to slip on through.
And so we talked late at night hidden by the dune.
Decisions made then – known better by the moon
than even to me and you ...
Yeah, better understood there than by either of us.
But it didn't seem to matter until 3 years later,
when my life had been bowled over in the rush.
And even my marriage turned out not able to last out the fading lust.
I was at 67th searching at the Cayce
to see if maybe Their answers answer best,
but on the verge of deciding they were just like the rest
with even their cards close to the vest.
By now we've learned not be be surprised
catching each other's eyes;
So when I detected your look
when you were at ARE library returning a book.
I told you I am at a loss about what to do,
though time keeps running us out
the sea and land keep crashing together to …
push me into you.
You said, "Look, you need to stop worrying
about what you're supposed to be doing,
don't worry about time.
I've finally got my own place here on 89.
It's fixed up right and I think you'll be fine,
But it's at the end of the road,
you can't come and then bail this time
just because you think life's like this
and you have to fall in line.
You've rolled back here like the tide,
and you need to unwind,
learn your mind,
and learn that if you're mine
then you're meant to be someplace
But 1st meet me for pizza back by street number nine,
but boy when you come to me,
come like you 5th St.
July 29, 2019