The old clambar

The sun Is as hot as it was twenty five years ago.
Even after all those years
I know that the old clambar
Will be there just by the white hot dunes.
The sand spilled pools
On the old road tells me
I am almost  there.
My annual pilgrimage to us
Is about to happen for one more time.
Here it is just as it should be.
The brash 1950s Neon lights
Flickering  the clambars name
It's comforting to see that 
The neon  B is still unlit as it always  was.
A relic of the distant past
Like I am now, I suppose.
My eyes are straining in the dim light.
I fish out a 10 cent coin
Feed the classic Wurlitzer jukebox.
Press B17 without looking at the dials.
Elvis weeps are you lonesome tonight.
Closing my eyes
I see you sat with me
I knew you would wake
from your ghostly life.
And see me just for a little while.
For only a brief moment.
My ice cold beer
collects condensation.
My eyes close to feel you
Back with me.
We are slow dancing so close.
on the worn parquet square.
I am 17 again
You are so beautiful.
I whisper I love you so much, baby girl.
Your hand lifts up my long hair. From my forehead.
You call me your wild man.
God, I miss you, baby
Why did you have to go and die?
I sip my  beer.
this place is now full of ghost.
two of them are dancing close.
They are so in love forever
They fade in the gloom
And I find a tear in my eye.
I think it is us.

judes note
sometimes true love
only pays us a visit  once.