First Mates
By: Charles Giuliano - Feb 07, 2023
First Mates
Teenagers
1950s Annisquam
Summer friends
Me and groovy
Bobby Dangelmayer
Ah jeeze
Shootin the breeze
Racing Fishboats
Mostly he won
Now and then me
Epic battles
Time and tides
Boats and babes
Rounding buoys
First and second base
Never third
He was wicked cool
Me beat and absurd
Dancing like James Brown
To Dixieland bands
Saints Come Marching In
Steamy Saturday night
Now long gone
Walked into sunsets
Went our separate ways
Me to mean streets
Down and out
Lower East Side
Over the years
Thought of him
My best mate
How did he
Roll the dice
Tracked him to Houston
Fer cyrin out loud
Landlocked in Texas
Home each summer
Cottage in Squam
Lure of the sea
Old Man River
Keeps rolling along
Two grown girls
Plays tennis
Pretty darn good
For guy my age
Memories of
Us as teens
Making the scene
Scooting around Squam
On his Vespa
Like Dolce Vita
First around the mark
Seemed so easy
Me and Bobby McGee
Just another word
For nothing left to lose