A gray day searching for something to say,
listening to Mambo Sinuendo.
Dreaming a sunlit isle where every day
I need only grab a guitar and go
down to where I will find my friends and play
and dance another day and simply lose
myself in music, ignore life's decay.
Perhaps, every now and then, some small dues
would have to be paid, an old friend's room cleaned,
a couple days at the docks, groceries bought,
trips to the playa to see ladies dreamed
of but never seen or actually caught.
Had I listened to the muse in my head
years ago, what a life I would have led.