WILDWOOD DAZE..
As I ride this clanking somewhat rocky bus
we know as New Jersey Transit I ponder
my destination, while I joy ride to sunlit beaches
and do wop dreams that can only be WILDWOOD.
I sit here fighting that draining tired feeling that
always tries to steal my sunshine.
I will NOT allow it, for I am on my way to SANCTUARY.
AH' Sweet sanctuary the smell of the boardwalk , beaches laden
with jelly fish and the call of the fudgie wugie man waits for me.
The smell of my childhood vacations, nostalgia flows through
my senses as if I were ten again.
I may be inspired to write a brilliant Shakespearian piece on
my way to Cape May County, who really knows.
What I do know is , I want to run my toes through the glistening
sand , have seaweed wash past me as I yell " AH SEAWEED"
Eat funnel cake and Curly fries slurp down clams and play putt putt
ride the biggest coaster they have all while staying a t a two star
motel from 1964.
Where I can bring back my youth as I forget the crime ridden abode
I call my home.
Breath in salt air , jump through a crashing wave as it washes my troubles
away, if only for a few days
As A Foot Note.....I wrote this about 4 years ago on my way to Wildwood NJ....On the 2 hour bus ride...lol. Thank you...for reading :)i
