Like 1987

I have my

earbuds

in and I am

listening

to my music.

Walking 

along 

the beach.

It is a cooler

day,

today.

It is a bit 

windy

so the

beach is 

a bit desolate.

I do not

mind,

The fresh 

air, the 

light

ocean

spray

from the waves

hits my face

like a light

puppy kiss.

An old

song

of mine 

comes on

that I love

Love somebody 

by Rick Springfield.

Cheesy, 

but...

You better love

somebody,

boom, boom boom.

The base is loud.

I look around,

Nobody..

Well, 

Here I go..

I start spinning,

kicking 

and Air gutaring.

I feel like I am sixteen

kicking

the sand,

The waves,

I am on fire.

As I start to go 

for the big ending,

I turn to see a

young boy,

with his dog.

I stop in my tracks.

Did he see me?

Crap!!

I take my earbuds out,

trying to pull myself

together.

The young man,

walks by and says, 

dont worry lady,

My grandfather listens

to his music really 

loud too. 

My Mom says 

its when people 

did drugs with their

music. 

Clearly, you

listen to the same 

type of music.

Drugs? I think

so myself.

The young boy walks 

away. 

Hey,

I have you know 

I was listening to Rick Springfield,

He was from the 80's not the

60's! !!

I say this with conviction.

Wanting him to know,

I am not that old.

The young boy 

turns around,

and yells back,

If you are listineing

to him, 

You should be doing

drugs!

I put my ear buds in

and listen to Rick

singing his heart out.

Stupid Child, I think..

Rick can rock, 

and so I go

dancing in the 

water, 

Like it was 

1987.