ROCKAWAY BEACH: 116 STREET!
The Gang's all here, the usual suspects…
Everybody except
THE SUN.
The Sun never really appears that day -
The Rockaway Sky is just as overcast
As the Forest Park sky.
The usual comments
from THE TANNING COMMITTEE:
"Well, ya can still get
COLOR on a day like today…"
"You CAN! You can even get a BAD BURN on a day like
today…"
"I KNOW! Because the OZONE…"
"RIGHT! THE OZONE still BURNS THRU the CLOUDS…"
"What?"
"I don't know. Something like that…"
No, the sun never quite appears, and yet
One thing remains,
Burning brite…
We just can't shake IGGY
(Or at least Lee can't)
The man is relentless
His ardor increasing, his passion
A-FLAME.
All our friends on the boardwalk are like:
"Who the fuck is that guy you came
with?"
"O, that's just
IGGY. He gave us a lift."
"Jeez. Desperado."
"Yeah, what can ya do."
"What is he? FORTY?"
"Somethin' like that."
My brain still mushy
From the ELP tunes and the weed
Yet I can't help but notice that Lee has now
Taken Iggy up on his KNISH OFFER.
Me: "NOW you've done it. You gotta marry him now."
Lee:
"Oh, shut up." (Chew-chew-gulp.)
Me: "YOU shut up.
Oh, and by the way, ya might wanna wipe that mustard off ya nose. Not very dignified."
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