Tooling Down the Jersey Shore
Tooling Down The Jersey Shore
This is a love poem
While tooling down the Jersey Shore
Crooning tunes it often does
And warming off the sunny chill
It's a long time familiar trip
But New today, made by an angel’s company
Although not known right away
The atmosphere began to show
The road was rising up
Carrying me in a cup of an angel’s hand
So special, words are hard to find,
Much less to say; I’m at a loss-
But, not the highway,
For it remembers me well
All my dreams -all those years
I rode on white wall wheels
Turning out lonely dreams
Rolling over discontented woes
About exactly where to go- down the shore
Alone to act as though, someone waited
Now, today, close to Christmas day
An angel rides along holds my hand
An promises what I longed so long ago
Someone’s heart waits for me
… at the shoreline door.
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