clambar memories

Remembering is hard to do.

Treading back though lost highways.

Like the old shanty clambar

By the dunes

in the summer so long ago.

The peeling paint and

smoke stained ceiling.

The little square of the dance floor.

.From the Wurlitzer.

Elvis wailing Love me Tender.

You in my arms so lovely

So young so sweet.

You could buy a huge bowl

Of steamers back then

for a couple of dollars.

God I miss you honey.

Why did have to go and die

on me.?

I pull the car into the parking lot

The clambar is a chicken shack now.

Hey it's gloomy as ever in here.

The Wurlitzer is still there.

I dump a quarter into it

Pressing B15

Elvis croons Love me tender

I see two ghost dancing close

On the dance floor.

But it might just be us.