Remembering is hard to do.
Treading back though lost highways.
Like the old shanty clambar
By the dunes
in the summer so long ago.
The peeling paint and
smoke stained ceiling.
The little square of the dance floor.
.From the Wurlitzer.
Elvis wailing Love me Tender.
You in my arms so lovely
So young so sweet.
You could buy a huge bowl
Of steamers back then
for a couple of dollars.
God I miss you honey.
Why did have to go and die
on me.?
I pull the car into the parking lot
The clambar is a chicken shack now.
Hey it's gloomy as ever in here.
The Wurlitzer is still there.
I dump a quarter into it
Pressing B15
Elvis croons Love me tender
I see two ghost dancing close
On the dance floor.
But they tmight just be us.