Grumpy old guy on the walking path by the beach —

when is he going to clear his throat? —

boring the shit out of his wife in her straw hat

not even listening to him with her eyes

about some new computer operating system


Lady, look —

I know it’s the price you pay —

the ocean’s a bluer than his babble

and the water today’s warm and rolling


Hey, I’ll take you for a splash

I’ll make you feel real good