The road ahead has not changed
Even after all those years
I know that the old clambar
Will be there just by the dunes.

The sand spilled pools
On the old road tell me
I am almost  there.
My annual pilgrimage to us
Is about to happen.

The brash 1950s Neon lights
Flickering  the clambars name
The B is still unlit as it always  was.
A relic of the distant past
Like I am now, I suppose.

My eyes are straining in the dim light
It is comforting to find it unchanged
I fish out a 10 cent coin
Feed the classic Wurlitzer jukebox.
Press B17 without looking at the dials.
Elvis weeps are you lonesome tonight.

Closing my eyes
I can see you sat with me
I knew you would wake
from your ghostly life.
And see me just for a little while.
For only a moment.

My ice cold beer
collects condensation.
My eyes close to feel you
Back with me.

We are slow dancing so close.
on the worn parquet square.
I am 17 again
You are beautiful.

I whisper
I love you so much, baby girl.
Your hand lifts up my long hair.
From my forehead.
You call me your wild man.

God, I miss you, baby
Why did have to go and die?

I sip my  beer.
this place is now full of ghost.
two of them are dancing close.
They are so in love forever
I think it is us