Neon Shadows
Just above the crest of the road above the shore
there was a glow in the sky, a red and blue kind of haze…
In my sight I then heard “the Voice”.
Suddenly I could hear the wooden tracks of the old coaster,
The screams and laughter of the sudden twists and turns and quick drops;
I could smell the split hot dogs and buttery lobster rolls coming
from just below the neon lights in the humid summer air.
The songs of the merry go round, the spin of the Ferris wheel,
The giggle of the children, with Long Island sound as the backdrop.
I see a 1962 Pontiac Tempest rolling down the boulevard,
It seemed as if it would never reach the end of that strip,
Ah but end it did…
The last time I saw that car rolling down that boulevard
I had fallen asleep on my aunt’s old Art Deco couch,
The brown one, with the silver speckles in the background…
Joseph James
4/19/13
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