Methamphetamines,
pink flamingo,
Blue 50’s queen,
blue oystar clove.
For that, a dream,
why don’t we go,
To Coney Island?
When the hour numb the guy lies on,
The record spins, blue 50’s song.
The veranda look so shimmer,
Neon palm sway.
What’s happening?
Where did we go?
The Jersey Shore was long ago.
As with our hopes and ocean grow,
And so I bid you farewell.
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