california dreaming

Ah, to live deep in Venice, off the canals, with nothing but your beloved, a jalopy, 45's that made you cry, late night beer blasts and 1st Beach bon fires, a wooden Alaia long board, a conga drum or two, maybe a pair of roller skates, big hair, good vibrations and sea salt skin.

Hail Teena Marie, full of grace, full of sand and the spirit of the sea. You are in my dreams Winward Circle and Ocean Avenue. Hear my cries. These are my prayers to Pacific, my old and not forgotten home.