Tooling Down the Jersey Shore

Tooling Down The Jersey Shore This is a love poem While tooling down the Jersey Shore Crooning tunes it often does And warming off the sunny chill It's a long time familiar trip But New today, made by an angel’s company Although not known right away The atmosphere began to show The road was rising up Carrying me in a cup of an angel’s hand So special, words are hard to find, Much less to say; I’m at a loss- But, not the highway, For it remembers me well All my dreams -all those years I rode on white wall wheels Turning out lonely dreams Rolling over discontented woes About exactly where to go- down the shore Alone to act as though, someone waited Now, today, close to Christmas day An angel rides along holds my hand An promises what I longed so long ago Someone’s heart waits for me … at the shoreline door.