Spent a weekend on the Jersey shore
But I didn’t gamble and I didn’t swim.
The doorman had only nodded
on my way in.
It was way too loud anyway
to hear anything
he may have had to say.
And now it was way past time
for the barman to stop trying
and let the bar stay wet and dirty.
Pounding bass and flashing strobes
paradox obscure.
Cutting through all ambiguity
mystery or intrigue.
The playground of the jaded.