The Boardwalk Pier

every year I used to visit a place down by the sea the boardwalk pier pizza stands with fresh fried dough expossed to the sea shell band with family & friends let the reader understand bars with beers flowing was a socialized wandering wizard frisbee guy and the man playing guitar by the off shor bar the smell of sea salt & taffy sunlit morn rolling waves in song beautiful women in bikinis playing hacky sack in the back into the surf I go Sand in my shoes singing its blues honk of the horn souped up Nova listening to the radio hearing Huey Lewis & The News lobsters galore down at the neighborhood store shopping for T shirts would often flirt with the ladies nothing to shady playing arcade games with friends going down the water slide suntan lotion sipping on cherry Coke cause that's my potion