Havana Dreams
R. Owens
The dream is a cocktail at Sloppy Joe's --
(Maybe -- nobody knows.)
The dream is the road to Batabano.
(But nobody knows if that is so.)
Perhaps the dream is only her face --
Perhaps it's a fan of silver lace --
Or maybe the dream's a Vedado rose --
(
Quien sabe?
Who really knows?)