The one where we remember…

Remember that night in June
we danced to the Gaslight Anthem all night

Some little dive on Ocean Ave in Asbury Park
hot, sweaty and loud and stinking of cheap beer – our kind of place

You were turning heads
and I was turning you on

The straps on your dress kept falling
and the tough guys at the bar nodded and mouthed, “good luck”

Remember dancing in the surf as the sun came up
my jeans and the hem of your dress soaking up the ocean

The boardwalk bench sleepers and joggers staring
marveling at our foolishness

Like Dion sang, like Teenagers in Love
we were blind to them

Blind and dancing
dancing to the dawn


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