Surf off and ride on Silver Spurs…
Sunset Golden waves and Paradise. Take off your hat
as old as I am. Listen.
Measure the sun with the tip of your toes and let the Winds
your hair and lift up your skirt
and sing us a song
or the end of a song
And remember the sound of Jet Engines and the whistles of
Symphonies… Blue eyed Queens and Cocktails. Lipstick stains on teenage
walls… Seagulls dressed in sugar Jackets.
Sing us the song of a traveling dream and Swing to the Waltz of the
and remember Hockney and all that big Splash! and all that Galapagos and all that sidewalk palm-tree extravaganza
and all that Sun spilling
red mercury drops on the skin of the water and all that music
all that Pacific Ocean.