Surf’s Up

I remember it like it was yesterday

Saturday night 7:30

Call em up my bro, we hitting The Banks tonight

Call some others up and we meet downtown

Hit the pregame at some spots

Got the Henny and Coke flowing

Then we end up at this bar called Stretch

When I tell you it lives up to the name

It does because the line stretches down to the next bar from it being almost at capacity

The music right

Me and my friends tipsy

We’ll wait to get in 

The line moving 

We make it in

We get more drinks flowing

And by the time I hit the last drop

Ii felt sand run between my feet

I’m talking to my bro

“When did we end up on the beach?”

He’s laughing but I’m like 

I see the blue lights casting over me like the clear sky 

People in the club turn into sea creatures

And then I hear the horns blow

And the waves begin to form

And I feel my hands and body move from side to side

And my friends are hitting me like 

“You know what song is about to play”

All excited they join in swaying back in forth

The waves getting bigger 

Rippling from one side of the club to the other

“Man I got the swag…the hat matching my bag”

The excitement increases as the waves creating a tide

And it looks like it’s heading for me

“You see this? The tides coming”

My friends are cracking up at me

I could think here it comes as soon as I hear 

“I swag when I surf, now watch me surf and swag”

Soon as the bass thumps, it was surf’s up

The big wave is here and we’re riding it now

Everyone is watching me and my friends shred these waters and staying a float 

The energy keeps going and everyone is cheering us on

It was in that moment, I said 

“The beach came to the club and this is totally rad”

They laugh at my drunk shenanigans.



Reggie Johnson is a poet reigning from Cincinnati, Ohio. Starting at the age of nine, Reggie has been writing poetry through their love of music and life experiences. He has 8 books now available on Amazon. You can follow him on Twitter @r_d_johnson and on IG @rdjohnsonwrites.

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