We went for a walk before the movie.
Bobby had some Maui-Wowie.
Just the right stuff.
Feeling very mellow, we entered the old, large rundown theatre,
And sprawled across a couple of damaged seats,
Only to stare at a blank screen
While listening to some god-awful Hawaiian Music.
A small organ and the remnant of an elevated stage
Told of the theater’s history.
An imitation royal palm tree from a begone era
Held court in the near corner of the platform.
Sitting in the thick darkness
Twenty minutes passed, or was it two?
Maybe we had missed the entire film!!
Bobby looked at the stage, the palm tree,
And listening to the music offered,
In a theatrical whisper, “It’s not much of a plot”
Barely conscious, I cleverly replied “bummer”.
We, laughing hysterically, staggered out of the theater,
Weaving our way passed imaginary fire hydrants.
Looking back over the twenty-five years we knew each other
Cousin Bobby and I never had a better time.
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