so after a hard days work on the beach it is time to play

on the beach or on the web , and on paper . . . . . .
and so the day goes after the dogs are fed and the trash taken out . we find time at the keyboard to dance along the keys as the music plays and we visit other artist as we wander the web and the pages of the past . . . . . and dream of hotel rooms i have known . . . . . . and of stages we have danced across as if it was a border in the dark of night . . . . . .