Driving in San Pedro
Jambalaya luncheon at the Ports of Call
With Hollandaise asparagus tips
Looking out I’m captivated by it all
The dockside alive with water birds and ships
As a double masted schooner passes by
A praying mantis crane lifts its cargo high
I enjoy a deep relaxing breath because I am
Driving in San Pedro with Dianne
Banjo music by a waterfall
Blends in sunny air in Ports of Call
Children dancing gayly to Peruvian drums
Boardwalk merchants flatter all who come
Wood flutes toot to the crows above
Violet Parkhurst’s artwork reveals her love
As I drink it in I’m so glad I am
Driving in San Pedro with Dianne
From the Lighthouse at Point Fermin
To Korean Friendship Bell
There are far too many sights
Too breathtaking to tell
Embanked in Ft. MacArthur’s cliffs
Our nation in good hands
I’m gratified, surrounded by
Three sides of ocean sands
So once again I’m glad I am
Driving in San Pedro with Dianne
As the sun goes down
Blue bridge lights abound
And as far as the eye can see,,,
Miles of berths form galaxies
Cruise ships slip in reeking of gin
Past empty bunkers of long gone men
Its history a mystery beyond what’s written down
And so you drive up endless hills
In hopes it’s in the town
Did you know the gulls here eat only buttered bread?
Or that free Stromboli Happy Hours batter up your head?
Praying to return to the Elks Club’s pristine view
Where welcome mats are like old hats and everyone likes you
With drinks two bucks, and deals on meals
How better could you do?
No other such, Agreed: Not much
No other locale can
I hate to go, although I know I am
Coming back again
For driving in San Pedro with Dianne
2010 David Brunoehler
