Great White Hope On The Sand

The moment we got into town

it felt just like a dream.

Dick Dale's 'King of The Surf Guitar' playing from the car stereo

as we passed surf shops, art galleries, scuba supplies,

Mexican seafood places, art schools, exotic fish shops,

places we didn't have back in Arizona.

"Yeah, this is a big art town. Painters, sculptors, and writers too. Artists really have a lot of freedom here."

Elaine said, rubbing my hand resting on her thigh.

We passed a place that had little bungalows

for 'artists only'

like a little retreat or something.

I thought about being in that town

with nothing but time

to hit these keys

and do what I do.

Ah, what a dream that'd be.

We drove down the main drag

to our right

there she was.

That never ending blue horizon

stretching from the sandy beach

all the way to oblivion

where the Great White monsters lay in wait.

We parked the car and got some food at Johnny Rockets.

Elaine ordered Clam Chowder, but they brought her

a chocolate shake instead.

She was just gonna drink it, but I said,

"Nah, fuck that baby. That's not what you wanted, so we'll just send it back."

Ten minutes later and she was eating a BLT.

We had two hours left on the parking meter

so we changed into our swimsuits

and strolled over to the beach

hand in hand

stealing glances

exchanging kisses & 'I love you's

smiling like I hadn't smiled in years.

This gal, let me tell ya, she's a real head-turner.

Long legs, perfect D-cup breasts, a good plump ass,

with the face of a sultry 1940's starlet.

Men's heads turned and teenage boys smiled

as we walked on by

there I was

the lucky sumbitch

with his hand on her ass

as we both strolled down the beach

finger intertwined

the surf coming in and covering our feet.

We ran out into the water

the waves crashing into our chests.

Elaine turning her back to the wave

so it didn't knock her top off

the two of us laughing like

kids that had too much candy.

"Ewww!" We both yelled

as a big patch of sea weed

entangled both of our legs and squished between our toes.

She lifted a big mess of sea weed out of the water

and threw it as far as she could.

It didn't matter though

more was coming in

inside the next wave.

We moved down a bit away from it

and waited for a big wave again.

When it came crashing in

we both dove forward, riding it back to the shallows

leaning back on our elbows

laughing and smiling

until our faces hurt.

I pulled her to me, arms around her waist

kissed her hard

as another wave crashed down on us.

When we got back to our pile of stuff in the sand

Elaine had a voice mail

telling us that our room

at The Casa Laguna Inn

was ready.

Our time in the shade

was finally here.