Miami and Mi
Miami and Mi
In Miami he sat outside a patio
on the floor against the wall
and felt the Miami breeze in December
and tried to remember
the times spent in another world
when the milieu was different
and each puff from his Cohiba
as he sipped a glass of wine
created a euphoric essence
of time alone with his thoughts
and better things to come
and now he lived in a foreign land
for the first time in his life
and he now knew strife
away from his time and space
he had no home or money
but his wife knew her time
in Miami
he puffed again and examined his ash
he still had a car to drive but no cash and
he always passed the hot colored houses
of pink, peach `and plum,
It's never cold or drab in Miami
and Jesus wears a guaybera
and no one can hear ya
because se habla español
in Miami
Miami- written in July, 2003
(c) Ralph Sergi
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2014
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