Real Summer

I loll on the porch swing

tall mint julep in hand

listening to the beach boys

- why don't they understand?

this is not what I call summer

summer it's infinitely less than

we get one real summer

only one in our time

full of wine and wonder

- you were mine

we get one real summer

ridiculous and sublime

before we go under

- you were mine

I may drive my woody

down to sandcastle beach

with my brave new boyfriend

but love is out of reach

who lives in these crumbling castles?

summer's promise honored in the breach

so lost without you

haven't a clue what to do

octagons fall from the sun

as we run through the grass

let weathermen blether

this forecast is o'ercast

and the beach boys?

hell, they might as well play "winter wonderland"

summer, my ass