AN ISLAND ENCOUNTER

It was a steamy, hot and humid day
I walked down to our local bar

It was only a couple of blocks from home

I didn’t need to take the car.

I ordered a beer straight from the tap
It was cold and unbelievably refreshing
I sat at a table all alone
My hair wet, I was obviously sweating.

She was wearing a long, pink polk a dot skirt
Her hair pulled away from her face
I might have seen her somewhere before
Couldn’t recall the time or place.

I asked if she’d liked to join me
We were the only customers there
I motioned for her to come over
As I attempted to pull up a chair.

The jukebox was conveniently playing
One of my all time favorite songs
I held myself back from starting to sing
But noticed she started singing along.

She was smiling as she sang along to the music
She knew the words to Kokomo, too
We both began singing together
It was fun, something so fun to do. .

She was kind , sweet and appealing
I was attracted to her wit and her charm
The wind began to pick up a bit
We were expecting a tropical storm.

The heat from the blazing afternoon sun
Did not abate or tarnish our fun
We laughed and shared a few stories
Then watched when the rain had begun.

The temperature dropped, it felt pleasant
As we danced to a few slow tunes
Before long the storm had passed us by
We now danced by the light of the moon.

She lived and worked on the island
It was the beginning of a lasting kinship
I would take her back to my apartment
I would kiss all the salt from her lips.

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YouTube: Kokomo ….The Beach Boys