True Beach Lovers (for Johnny Davern)

 

The air is guilty of humidity,

and I have not loved enough,

I say in my best Chet Baker

almost blue impersonation.

Do I make such melody

or am I just a wheezing-buzzing,

Koo-coo Kazoo?

If anything, 

I'm a beach blanket

stiff in the sun,

not rewinding much,

flipping through memory books,

longing for a time

when life was revealing

and friends,

not this Social-Medium,

were Real.

True Socialists of emotions,

trusted curators of Psyche.

‘All for one, one for all,’ 

we laughed, 

retreating to the car

while you stood out in the wind

smiling like a freezing Archimedes

after the Feat. 

You discovered your "Eureka!"

We settled for sputtering heat   

and  

watered-down coffee