Another one from the Archives

He walks lines narrow waiting ledge
Fear the great white a-coming in wind.

The night time is like plum pudding and
When he tries to tell her that he wants to see other people
His mouth gets clogged and he only
Tells her he wants to see.

Above them the fireworks are a Bruce Springsteen song
Twice repeated from the horizon
The ex navy-men sit in folding chairs with Schlitz
And they quote the tide as it comes and,
Like their libido, recedes.

Here on the shore he brought her
Here he walked out on the pier
Here he was ringing a dinner bell out across empty fields