Coney Island memories,
sizzling summer days
and sultry nights,

disco fever by the sea,
lovers and strangers
dancing

on the Coney Island
street-the Bowery,

Dancers moving
rhythmically

in sweet phantasmagoria,
sensuous and seductive
motion by the ocean,

Free and flowing humans
gyrating in front of the
Polar Express ride

and the Thunderbolt too,
rotating and revolving
in circles and spirals,
surreal sexual
motion by the ocean,

Frozen heat of Yesterday,
captured in my
Coney Island mind.

Coney Island dancers,
as fluid as the surreal sea,
enchant, charm,

liberate, and free me as
they swirl and whirl
inside my Coney Island

mind,
moving to the ancient beats of Yesterday.