3:30 P.M

An hour before work
It's a job that I hate
I'll work all night and think about her
I'll know I'll be up late

I'm drinkin' coffee in a cyber cafe'
Reading poems she sent me
That arrived yesterday

The sax is blowin'
Behind a cool winters' wind
I'm thinkin' what ifs
And what coulda beens

Last time I saw her
Was in '95
So many room service trays
All strewn aside

That night
I was drinkin' quite hard
The last thing I saw
Was her , playin' guitar


South Beach, Florida. Dec. 2000