The most nautical thing about this coffee shop I'm sitting in is a painting of a Blue Crab someone has for sale displayed on the wall between colorful paintings of birds in flight.Other art ranges from impressionist colors I have no idea what they represent to an obvious love of chickens hanging helter skelter around though the center piece of the place is a very defined stage equipped with everything except musicians.
A piano, guitar, banjo lay silently in wait for whoever left them, the sound system's on with green, blue and red lights, a microphone is front and center and a white fedora hat lay on a stool waiting to be worn.
It's the Blue Crab I focus on.
My heart pumps sandy blood in my veins.
Jerry Jeff Walker's "Cowboy Boots and Bathin' Suits" streams in my eyes as I people dressed in "casual business", every woman wears spandex as a fashion statement and not because of working out, a few are in work clothes and I'm wearing a tattered "Sex Wax" tee shirt, black running shorts, a string of leather around my right ankle and flip flops.
Actually the flops are on the floor as my bare feet dangle from the chair at a high top table.
I miss the Beach.
We've been to spectacular ones in Belize, Costa Rica, Key West and a hundred others.
I may leave the Ocean but it never seems to leave me and it's got a grip on me staring at the lone Blue Crab hanging on the wall.
"You must seek the place the Lord your God will choose for you from all the tribes to establish a a dwelling place for Her name, and there you must go" (Deuteronomy 12:5).
I hear you Lord, I hear you.
I know the place you have chosen for me and we understand that's where we're destined in spite of where we're at.
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