Tue
Nov
3
“ Hey, where did everybody go? Everyone I know has blown the coast. Shiver in the wind, it shows. All I have are summer clothes. Oh, and it brings me down when it’s winter time in a summer town. Standing by the old beach house where we stood outside and sang out loud. Now I shiver like a ghost. I remember the time that we drew a crowd, and I told you everything I knew in one manic rushing line. I wonder now if I’m the kind that you’d leave behind because after Halloween everything starts fading. My whole life is a summer town.
S. Jenkins, “Summer Town”
S. Jenkins, “Summer Town”
