In Miami

I went to Miami to find the beach The beach was sandy and warm It tasted like rye whiskey Smooth and hard to forget I went to New York to find a vacant bench But there were too many bums who’d made Them their homes I went to church to pay for my sins And to search for meaning; but all I Found were bad priests I went to China to find communism But the streets were too busy with Mercedes’s to cross I went to the fridge to get milk but It had turned; so I read Chaucer and drank tea from a saucer Miami is the place to be.