Belmar song

The breeze off the ocean is strong, flapping the green swim flags ang various-colored umbrellas — and when the sun ducks behind a cloud, it's actually chilly.

But the sun is hot and the water snapping withwhite breakers, seagulls (flying rats) circling above hunting for scraps, and the rhythmic whoosh of the waves is like jazz, like the fragile sheen of brushes on cymbals.

My mind is wandering in the sun, lacking focus as I try to read IF Stone and listen to an iPod playlist of new tunes, obscure ones and classic sounds.

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Author: hankkalet

Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie.

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