Key West’s a Bitch
This may sound “kitch”
But I’ve lived here some time now
Key West’s a bitch
I love her some days and some days I hate
Did I force my arrival here
Or was it just fate
I loved DC and all the ones I called friend
But the pressures just built up and
To the Southernmost city myself I did send
The reasons I had were just and right
But no matter where you are if you’re alone
It’s still lonely at night
I’m happy to be here really
With new friends and great work
This town let’s you flex
You can be what you want
Sometimes even a jerk
Just be honest and true to the locals you meet
Or the next time you go
To your favorite watering hole
You will certainly lose your seat
Maybe that’s why so many flock to this isle
Bullshit is out
It’s just not the style
If I left here I know what I wouldn’t be missing
The drunks on Duval Street
In front of the bank they are pissing
But then there’s the sun, the sky and the ocean
Excuse mister tourist can I borrow your lotion.
Doug Heyman, Key West, Florida
February 2005
|
