Waves

Can you feel it?

Making waves

The bubbles churn

And curls turn

On a perm that doesn't fade

Like the wheels on a motorcade

Like the star of a float parade

Like it's time to celebrate

Like Grandma's herbs that smell so great

Can you feel it?

It's in your bones

Clock ticks; an annoying German

on a cellular telephone

Like the thought of getting old

In a cemetery home

Those are things I shoulda known

I'll find the wave or ride alone