If it had a door I’d kick it down, if it had four wheels I’d peel it out. I used to slide the tides and ride the yellow lights of that town, all the while trying to find the ultimate rock ‘n’ roll station. Now I’m a lot older and it’s the last week of October. Five thirty-nine cuts through the Pines, the sand encroaching on the shoulder, bottle of Cream Ridge wine divining my destination. I’m gonna take that midnight ride down to Beach Haven. I’m gonna take that midnight ride down to Beach Haven.