Going Back to Key West
It has been 3 months since I walked down Duval Street with Jerry. A beautiful breezy day in the most south one can get in Florida with out hopping on a boat. The boom of bass coming from a convertible. The lazy breezy days on a patio with paint slowly peeling away. The picket fence that is slowly dissolving to gray. The bicycle that floats from up above. I miss you Key West.