Coins and arcade tokens
Glued to boardwalk beams-
They're all I have left of
Those summers together.

Sweet, sweet summer…

And you would always buy the
Big bags of salt water taffee-
Some to eat, and some to throw
At people from the top of the ferris wheel.

Sick, sick stomach…

I kick at the coins with my sneakers
And they come loose-
They've lost all value, now that
They're unglued.