88 notes of dopamine
under my window
a curved 1970 something
morning shimmies in .....
my friends
are outside
tracks magazines limping
from their back pockets
quivers
of mccoy
and hot buttered
transistor radios
ego is not
a dirty word
next to them
on the grass
A dilema saturday
mums orders
piano lessons or surfclub?
well i can't wear
red sluggoes...
god forbid
not on captain goodvibes life
would I ....
Piano it will be
The lesser of two evils
remains a full blown
embarressment
I'll cross the road
2 streets up...
the old salvos land
i'll run it...
bypass wicks
up to miss thompsons
for a 10am scale sesh
think I only went twice
the thought of being caught out
busting the ivories
instead of the waves
was unbearable.
I'll give this scale shit up
Thankfully
I never did
Still don't know my major third bellisimos
from this or that
but I write a fuckin great surf tune.