Driving Along Ocean Drive




Driving Along Ocean Drive


The sky is baby blue

with big puffy white clouds

being looked at by the crowds,

big puffy white clouds;

slightly blue

like a Cadillac rolling along,

rolling along,

rolling along Ocean Drive.


Smiling at the people,

the driver waves laughing;

Waves lapping -

waves, waves, waves.


A girl sitting on my legs

with favored smiles -

 raves, waves -

 barely behaved waves;

and sings out loud:


“We’re driving along...

Ocean Drive”



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