Florida Dreams

I wanna go to Florida

Buy some bright orange and pink tops

And hit the road for muggy, hot weather

To see where Hemingway wrote and lived

And ride Miami Vice-style in a speed boat

I wanna eat Cuban food and drink umbrella drinks

On the beach and go home exhausted from bliss

Sleep under Bombay fans in satin sheets

Go to a Gator farm (though i'd feel bad at their being pent up)

Eat shrimp and red rice

Dance with Renaissance Man at a hurricane party

Drink a Hurricane or Flood Zone and feel the wind in my hair

My Florida dreams may never happen

But every time I see brilliant pastels

Or anything Hemingway

I might be checking out travel agencies.