Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

woman on highway 1
Summerland Key 1971
had short short shorts on
and her thumb out
So I slow down my rusty Crown Vic
pull over, gravel flying and pinging
the undercarriage as my jalopy come to a stop
I asked her where's she's going
but she had Key West painted
all over her, and so ...she got in....
she was pretty and tan and laughed
easily at my jokes, so she spent the night
at my house near the beach
little did I know at that moment
when night fell and we fell into bed
that I would get royally screwed
yeah sure the sex was great but
when I woke up in the morning she was gone
so was my Nikon camera
a few days later I saw Clare on the street
So I confronted her
Where is my fucking camera Clare ?
to which she replied, my name is Joan

yeah, clare has the camera
joan has the jive

Was it really her?...
Of course it was.
Or maybe it wasn't.

yes judih...tis true....two in one

mnaz,,,,indeed the same person...it wasn't uncommon for some folks to create a new identity...many were running from another life, so they headed south....and Key West was as far as they could go...I literally met the guy that said he was going out for a pack of cigarettes and just kept going...most people i met back then (was there 8 years ) were from places other than Key West...1969- 1977 ).....lots of those folks were hippies...haha....the weird thing about the camera, was she never came clean, and I really couldn't prove it....she stayed about 2 years then vanished like so many others....My hippie commune just sold for over 2 million dollars...I rented the whole house for 275 a month....

something like that happened to me on Cape Cod, her name was Vicky but all my friends called her "pickles"
Never forget the night I met her at Ship Wreck Saloon in Revere Beach.


Preacher Jack was playing his boogie-woogie
He stopped by our table on his break and pronounced us man and wife.

That poem was worth a camera.

preacher Jack, may as well be Santa, truck
cuz I just know Santa likes to rock ....