Byron Bay Everyone loves Byron Bay
Time to renovate time to vacate
Nose to the bay motor is hot and made it
glass cups brimming
mugs

New bright flowers and modern guilt
crochet head bands on silky sand
I’ll take two and turn my back like
Neil Young on the beach, i wish
The lighthouse setting the pace

Sea breeze ruffling fringe water wetting it
A scooping shore with an edge of cream
dissolving into the green spill fill its bill
Beyond the cafes the mountains waits
no show from Tom but whales that distract

A trumpet up a paper clip grip
soothing under the Pandanas
Venus Jupiter musing the moon
in the car park out on the deck
we spice our hippy dreams