A ceiling fan revolves, whirs, hums, delivers
Escaping through make-believe walls, the sound
By unbroken beats, sandaled feet wander from boats
And beds toward the bar. Reefer floats on the sea air.
They stay, and raise beautiful blue-in-the-moonlight babies.
But most times, they manage to barely not miss the boat,
dressed, asleep on a cold seat, waiting for a ride home.