one night in provincetown

One night in Provincetown @2013 Linda Barrett On my niece Jessica’s wedding in the middle of July The three of us weren’t invited for the wedding rehearsal dinner Instead of staying around the hotel, That night we went out on our own fun just Alex, Kathy and I We walked into Provincetown searching for a place to eat Looked at all the menus and what entree to buy discovered Pepe’s Wharf sat on its deck watched the Coast Guard’s fleet ate boiled lobster and french fries just the three of us Alex, Kathy, and I Our waiter, Derek, adored Alex with his excellent restaurant manners Two Lesbians admired his etiquette A young straight couple made it complete with their unified, approving sigh Everyone on the deck admired us Alex, Kathy, and I On the Deck, We linked our glasses in a toast Alex with his Shirley Temple cocktail Kathy with her white wine Me with my diet Coca Cola Smitten Derek played the host told us of the pirates museum the one that made Alex hum we all thought it was fine to see it with him We left Pepe’s wharf with our spirits high toured the rest of Provincetown, Alex, Kathy, and I We walked upon cobblestone streets still the same since the 18th century Ancient homes stood as witnesses to the tall woman in her Sonoma sun dress the red haired boy with the necktie the middle aged woman Clad in turquoise and white and black high heeled sandals ' wandering on a Friday night wondering residents passed us by as we walked on the pavement we impressed them all Alex, Kathy, and I The evening grew dark we walked wherever we went Motorcycles roared on the street Drag queens dressed to the nines We went into the stores Stared at by dogs and artists Kathy led me to a boutique called Toho bought a bracelet for my wrist something unique Alex got a Bear Claw pie We astounded the parade with our differences and the commotion they made at Alex, Kathy, and I We found out of the night footprints of some African cat from some bright yellow paint followed their shiny way down a side street Kathy tried not to laugh where it ended A place called the Kofu Kafe Seretta the owner entertained us with her South African thrills displayed for Alex Kalahari porcupine quills We drank coffee and South African sweets let the time slowly fly under the cafe’s sparkling ceiling Just Alex, Kathy and I At around ten We three took off Down the dark streets To roam I led the way with my feeble flashlight Shining upon uneven cobblestones walked past hand holding men try to get ourselves to our temporary home silently say good bye to our new found friends and return to our beds Alex, Kathy, and I

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