Morning in Aruba, the cock has crowed three times and
men get out of beds that have been slept in by hundreds
of other men. They are sad men, lost in thought, what they
did in the night do not bring relief but shame.
Taxis are waiting to bring them back onboard; some are
so overwhelmed by the tardiness of it all that they need
rum & coke to drown the sense of self loathing.
In the courtyard, an old woman sweeps the dance floor,
a cat sleeps in the cooling breeze, it and the old woman
know the same men will be back at nightfall.
