Someone dropped me off by the ferris wheel
And I stayed there all day
Until a policeman told me,
"We have help for people like you."
So I cleared off the boardwalk
And sat with an old clown
With feathers and beads
And a circus of teenagers
All drinking in broad daylight
We talked over the waves
And smoked cigarrettes
The opium haze of 75 degrees
And rim to rim sunlight
Settled like plastic wrap
And I looked down the shore
Half sea and half sand
Thinking
Beyond here is a vast land
Filled with fishes and barges
And lonely sea dogs
And hurricanes and sandbars
And the music of the shells
But here we have rock n' roll
And old dudes in vans
and the lives of ten thousand bums
And the inexorable wait
For the setting of the eternal sun.
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