Thursday, June 16, 2011
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
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
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson