Ocean View, 1975

The same old hoots, howls
And many of drunken catcalls
Another inebriated Friday night
Weighed down with a pair of heavy blue balls
Far from friendly streets and shopping malls
Slurring words and booze blurred sight
Still able to focus upon a neon light
Across the street another Ocean View bar
The Drifters Restaurant and Lounge
Warm evening, open door and ceiling fan
Some drunken company he would scrounge

Ever so boldly, he swaggered right on in
All this week never feeling more so alive
No cut off limit in this barroom bliss
A few drops of honey, still left in the hive
Ocean View, nineteen hundred and seventy five
Heading straight to the restroom for a piss
In passing how could he possibly miss -
Sweet Sylvia setting pretty at the bar ?
Having just met her three weeks before
Sun bleached hair, green eyes and well tanned
She was an Ocean View barroom whore

Sylvia referred to him as honey or darling
Not knowing him by his true name
Something he wanted to keep that way
In cheap motels she had acquired small fame
Sweet Sylvia was an alias all the same
Twenty dollars and room, a small price to pay
For a quick drunken roll in the hay
After a few stiff drinks at the bar
Then off to a place she had never been
Primo Columbian gold and a nice motel room
Three blocks down at the Surfside Inn

Not at all that far for him to walk
Often falling behind to watch her wiggle
Cutoff jean shorts and shapely legs
In turning around, an ample bosom jiggle
Swaying in high heels with a delightful giggle
Never that far from draft  beer kegs
Another night flower blossoming in the dregs
At least one in every Ocean View bar
Having already checked in some hours before
The gentleman cad escorted Sweet Sylvia inside
Giving her a hundred bucks, he locked the door

Enough to keep her busy all that night
She stuffed the big bill into her purse
With legs crossed Sylvia sat on the bed
She was not all that bad as he had seen worse
A couple of  drinks allowing time to converse
Barely hanging on every word she said
While rolling up something good for the head
To share with his date from the bar
Stoned, settled in and pleasantly pensive
A blissfully enjoyable night in Ocean View
Was conveniently not at all that expensive

Stoned with little or no business sense
They both had an exceptional time
At his request she stood and jiggled once more
Serving him another vodka with a twist of lime
Older than him, but not past her prime
Her shorts and halter top fell to the floor
Her seductive titillation he paid to adore
Beautiful lounge lizard from the Drifters Bar
Another blissful bawdy night in Ocean View
Fucked over a low dresser, facing a tall mirror
For her this was nothing offensive or new