An image and a poem from my childhood

                           Blue Tango


Slipping away under the boardwalk
Away from the burning white sand
I found a patch of twilight
Lit by stripes of sun that leaked
Between the boards above
And by a blue neon light.

A radio was blaring a haunting tune
From behind the neon sign.
The bar was open
I could smell the beer
Mixed with the salt in the air.

Slipping away, I found
A patch of twilight
An adult world of mystery
That re-assembles whenever I hear
Blue Tango