Down in the Keys, I found her one day.
She was waiting for a hurricane to blow our way.
We drank some lime colas, ate some burgers at a bar.
The hurricane blew away. We wished on a Key Largo star.
We swam, fished and played out in the tranquil sea.
We practiced sailing, so alone we could be.
Out upon the ocean, we sailed away once more.
To a distant island, our secluded shore.
Palm trees, coconuts, mangos, cherries so sweet.
Fried fish in butter, crabs and lobsters to eat.
Her tender kisses, they were my dessert,
As she played with the collar of my tropical shirt.
I was running away with my imagination.
She was pretty as could be, in any situation.
No matter where we went, everything turned out right.
We never had a quarrel, or even a little fight.
My imagination. My infatuation.
What a sensation. Perfect recreation.
With her, all my life turns out right.
Perfect delight. Oh what a sight.
Don’t turn on the light.
I was standing in Paris during a pouring rain.
Searching for her face, we had to catch a train.
Time was getting short, I heard the bombs explode.
She came running to me, and away we rode.
We crossed the Sahara desert in a sunshine rain.
We had to find visas and escape Africa on a plane.
We came to a town and found Rick’s Café.
Casablanca and roulette provided us a way.
We left Ricks Café, heading for a plane.
The sky was sunny, not a sign of rain.
We got on board, took off without delay.
Flying across Gibraltar, far away from Mersey.
I was running away with my imagination.
She was pretty as could be, in any situation.
No matter where we went, everything turned out right.
We never had a quarrel, or even a little fight.
My imagination. My infatuation.
What a sensation. Perfect recreation.
With her, all my life turns out right.
Perfect delight. Oh what a sight.
Don’t turn on the light.
We were departing Key West, Heading east in the Florida straights
On a boat named Santiago, Hauling cargo in wooden crates.
The unloading was finished. We sailed away from Key Largo.
A stowaway was found hiding deep within the cargo.
She was gorgeous. She was afraid. Scared in an arrogant kind of way.
The captain said to put her off. I persuaded him to let her stay.
We circled around Cuba making many ports of call.
I believed at any moment in my arms she would fall.
As we headed for Cancun, The Caymans came into view.
Pirates tried to take us but we fought right on through.
Heading for the Dry Tortugas, she finely said, “I love you.”
Now on our own boat we go where few ever get to.
I was running away with my imagination.
She was pretty as could be, in any situation.
No matter where we went, everything turned out right.
We never had a quarrel, or even a little fight.
My imagination. My infatuation.
What a sensation. Perfect recreation.
With her, all my life turns out right. Perfect delight.
Oh what a sight. Don’t turn on the light.
A. L. Shipman Jr. 1-25-2012/ 3-4-2012
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