Thursday, June 16, 2011
Thursday Poem
Asbury Park
Bruce Springsteen
standing on the boardwalk
outside Convention Hall
while his wife's band rehearsed inside.
Three, four people chatting with him,
I'd left my camera on a table
at the space age Howard Johnson's
that looks like a flying saucer
while I checked out Bruce's 'vette
& some other classic cars
successful musicians
can afford to own.
"How ya doing, Bruce?"
"Hey, Buddy, howya doing?"
He was never a regular guy
but he has it down in theory.
Labels: Asbury Park, jersey shore, music, poem
