The Tale Of South Beach
South Beach, South Beach
wait for me
because
to your sands and along your shores
i will come
to bathe in the Floridian heat
tan in the tip of America’s ingotfreckled light
drink the coldest of beers
take pics of the sun at 2pm, each day, for a week, then when wonder why for evermore;
South Beach, South Beach
your citizens drive 10-liter saloons
turn the aircon to icebox temp
garb in floral shirts and golf attire and officewear and summer dress
and i see them, now, walking towards your bars and fastfood joints like they walked straight off and from and outta the pages of an E Leonard potboiler;
their chat as chatty as Elmore’s dialogue;
and their capers
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