Ocean Boulevard
Myrtle Beach
where Barracudas
Ford the Streamlines
of endless flowing
waves of cruisers
trafficking in
joyrides and jams
faces float by
waist high
like schools of fish
gazing out the window
of Summer's passing
land bound,
large mouth bass
blast out
huge vibrations
between hard rocks
and heavy metal
rubbernecking and
obnoxious heckling
are the current rage
multi-colored
tourist fish
in pockets and purses
for change
Sno-cones and
parking meters
are the bait
of choice here
often folks wade
in suicidal packs
like lemmings
across the wide divide
of Ocean Boulevard
tires screech on occasion
changing some folk's persuasion
horns protest such invasion
in this place where
faith and fumes mingle
the softer muffled roar
of the real ocean
just one block away
calls all of
the overheated
from the waves
off the heated asphalt
from inside cars and
damp Hawaiian shirts
to simply park it
for a while
in the curves
of some smiles
and the cool of the surf.
