After a Night in Oak Bluffs

Another of my seasonal summer memories, here on MV, in Oak Bluffs,  where I recall a semi-conjured memory of meeting the ocean 'after hours'.


After a Night in Oak Bluffs
　
After a night in Oak Bluffs,
I’ve had three beers and a gin & tonic
On top the blue plate fish and corn,
Now looking out on the seas’ dark sights
My girlfriend calls it a ‘wash ashore,’
  Who parties extra chronic

After a night in Oak Bluffs,
The sea water does look an ink well,
Stretching out to the Cape Cod lights,
While trying to climb the beach wall heights,
& Jump in the sea of night ‘Bluff sites
  With every pounding swell

To have it’s own Oak Bluffs night,
To walk up the humid sweat streets,
Taste the oysters from it’s own beds,
Sip a Guinness or a deep red wine,
‘Fore the tides go out at closing time
  And ebb the night club beats,

So ‘good night’ says Oak Bluffs,
You waters go home to your beds,
To ours shall we point our own heads
Yet we’ll be back in the morning time,
To dive and swim in your wet sand bars
  ‘til the day tides turn their ebb