Coastal Gales; Deserted taverns

Remembering some start out places…

Wild curly thunders a relentless sea

Where desolate dunes roll up asleep

Beneath a heavy metal coastal gale

A tattooed old deserted tavern groans

Beneath the strain in a tempest’s changing

Winds bent on no particular direction

Offering shelter without a roof, but

Underneath its second floor will do

For this weary sojourner, while watching

Rush the water down between floorboards

Where their tongues and grooves have rotted

Somewhere between age and unrelenting weather

Such as this wild gale, these back-off tempest winds

Which rattle through these tavern’s lonely bones

A shelter on an empty road for sea borne drifters

Disturbed by shipwreck nightmares from another time.

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