Spinning rolling tumbling a manic metal monster with rubber soles clambers down the dark avenue under the shadowy leafy green canopy
Sandwiched between the earth and the night
Rolling rolling, past white anchors and gray asphalt
A dark gas station a blitz
Blocking the warm moonlight
A blinding billboard crumbling ceiling tiles
Copacabana is now behind us
Forward to the beach
Looking East out into the vast sea the cold black unforgiving water
Swallowing up the shore