I have the privilege to watch her walk along the beach at sunrise
She strolls down to the local grill
Close to where the fisherman have brought in their nightly catch.
It doesn’t get any better than this
The morning so still
The bustle of the dock
The darkest hour has stopped
Everyone with their keys to unlock
For what’s about to begin – the dreaded clock
Yes – tick tock tick tock
She strolls in - gets the same thing every morning.
Two eggs over easy.
Two strips of smoked bacon
For some reason, she sits to my right two stools
I wear my shades like I’m cool
As for me, I like my eggs scrambled
Sausage well done
Saturated buttered toast – strawberry jam
She reads every bit of the paper
I just read the sports, a few comics
Time slips away, it gets later
I’m in my flip flops and baggy shorts.
She goes down to the beach and dances in the water.
She might as well be naked in that wet t-shirt
All the old retired men swarm around her to flirt
She runs them off after about 10 minutes – nobody hurt.
She swims out into the gulf alone
Sometimes I think she’s half mermaid
The ocean her home
Or maybe even part manatee
I look for her through my telescope to see.
Where can she be?
Back on my deck, the morning quickly passes
Paradise doesn’t last
As time moves fast.
Shadows start to cast.
I don’t know where she goes
She disappears in the waves
But in the morning
There she’ll be
Walking along the beach.
If our eyes ever meet
I’m going to ask her where’s she’s been
But then, it’ll probably just start all over again.
And salt water blues