Songs
are playing on the radio day and night.
Singers,
writers are getting world awards.
She
is here in a small cafe right on the beach of Caribbean Sea.
Writing
for a while and looking far like if it helps..
Hotel
band is playing Reggie,
Boy
who cleans the tables is reading her notes.
Some
pages has no words.
Nice
notebook, the pen is nice too.
Will
she win anything?
Oscar,
Grammy?
For
her empty new notebook?
Should I go for may be,
I am thinking about you?
Steal from popular song.
She
didn’t made these words, not the first who said it.
She
is only feeling it,
All
she sees and hears is him.
Close
to midnight, small cafe on the beach,
Caribbean
Sea, Atlantic Ocean on one side, Pacific Ocean.
Thunder lights, loud music is playing.
And all she sees and hears is him.
No Internet, only one question,
When it’s back on.
Same empty note book.
Stuck on the dark Jamaican mountains,
Tourist bus driving on the age of the hills,
Strange man selling weed,
Buying gifts, talking someone.
She doesn’t really care,
All she sees and hears is him.
She is going to eat this huge bun now with butter,
Have dinner, lunch, get fat,
Stay under hot sun, doesn’t care.
Her inner voice is happily sleeping.
Leave her alone, he says,
All she sees and hears is him.
