Walking along the Praia

 I met a lady


  Long black hair streaked with gray

She whispered:

“Make love to me


 this one time


I promise


 will make sure you always remember tonight.”



My Dreams

Always the same

Sitting on a milk crate

 Using a hacksaw

 Trying to cut chains from my legs




No Escape



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Outdoor bar

Copacabana Beach

Rio de Janeirio

Two ladies

Sitting next to me


My old torn flip flops

They say

“Very poor gringo

Not a good catch”

I interrupt and say

“I have come to Rio many times

I’m married

To a Carioca

Her advice

Is to dress down

So I do not get robbed

Always works”

One of the ladies then says

“Your wife is very smart

Dressed like a poor gringo

Also keeps Rio women away”


Sushi Bar

Ginza, Tokyo

Sitting next to me

The Japanese Gastroenterologist said

 “I could make much more money working in America, but cannot take the food.”

Thinking for a moment

Taking another sip of my sake

I said

“I fully understand

Japan’s outstanding cuisine

Has also ruined me”

The Gastro then said

“I’m doctor



I pay”


My car broke down today


A high interest

Payday loan

No catching the bus

The mechanic

Will get paid

I work

For a dollar more

Than minimum wage


Lose sleep

 About becoming homeless

Only a couple lost paychecks away

Eat no name can or box dinners everyday

I’m told

To put money aside

For my old age

Not in prison



In a cage


Snip Snip

Snip Snip Snip

The barber

His shop

Located on a luxury avenue

Some wealthy patrons

Would discuss a stock or two

No ordinary conversation mind you

Just juicy

Trading knowledge

He was privy too

Blue Chips

Small Caps

Bull Markets

Bear Markets

Decades gone by

Never married


Investing every extra cent

Watching his portfolio

Climb up to the sky

One day

The barber died

Accumulating a sizable estate 

No family

No close friends

No one knew

No one to give the money too

Snip Snip

Snip Snip Snip


Craps was the game he played

Once a month

Took a round trip flight

Lauderdale to Nassau

Carried his cash in an old bag

Stood most of the night

At the table

Sometimes won

Sometimes lost

His demeanor

Always stable

Just a way to unwind

The game

Cleared his mind


Late night

Walking cobbled streets of Prague

Had one too many pilsners

Met a street performer

On the corner

Done for the night playing his violin

After an hour of shooting the breeze

I asked my new friend

Why is it that you are so at ease?

He replied:

“I play for spare change

 I’m the only one who needs to be pleased

Some people call me lazy and completely crazy


Too much ambition would no longer be fun being a musician

I accept who I am

No need to try to be on top of the highest mountain”


Some place

 Central America

Woke up soaking wet

All through night

He sweat

Looking at mosquito net

Got up

Walked down to the sea


With the señora

She asked

“Is everything ready?”

Symbiotic relationship

Based on greed

Both tangled together

In the weeds

He is her token gringo

Because he always succeeds




Living under an assumed name

Continues playing

Only himself to blame


Put it on the bain marie
May not eat for another century
Spent winter in Romania
Hung out with vampires from Transylvania
Full blood transfusions made me live forever
But much crazier
Worked my way over to India
Met a snake charmer who was even zanier
He gave me a worn copy of the Tao Te Ching
Went home to Miami
Every day for one month
Sitting on the beach
Reading all 81 chapters of writing by Lao Tzu
No more luxuries for me
Decided to pawn off all of my bling
To this day for no reason
When drinking coconut water
Start to sing
The Star Spangled Banner
Oh say can you see
Numerous shrinks unable to help me
Bought old wood sailboat
Went off to sea
Made landfall here in Tahiti
Really enjoy your company
Please pour me some more tea


Had a moment that day


 To throw it all away


 One way ticket


 South of the border


 Live as a loner

Spending days


Drinking ice cold Coronas

Belly full of polo, ensalada, rice, beans


An occasional Senorita Bonita

Dressed in tight fitting jeans


Hot night in Bahia

It was obvious she was hurt like me

Well into our bottle of Argentinean wine

Ana moved forward in her chair

Pulled back her hair

Looked directly into my eyes

Started to cry

Without saying another word

She took my hand

Led me over to the beach sand


Made this man feel young again.