'see you at Montauk...'

Standing at the door of the Memory motel
like a Billy Joel...
he thought he should break into a song...
afterall
it is his eternal sunshine
on spotless mind...

and the fishermen's shack
had all the racks...
of his love...

here
some say
The Rolling Stone
hanged out with mugs of beer...

and his eternal sunshine on spotless mind
found only the blue open theatre
of spellbinding width
the Montauk Manor
also stood like a white layer...

'see you at Montauk...'
Probably that thought he wrote in a book
and felt that real was here...
he realised he had arrived wholesome there...

and for the first time
a feel of being at peace
with a sense of fully accomplished
made him so restive...

'see you at Montauk...'
he thought he had written a book
on the idea itself...
his eternal sunshine on a spotless mind...
and now love too
had made an entry there...

the desired variety...
with eternality...