I'm dreaming of a malibu sunrise,
of days spent in the high-rise,
where the food is filling,
and the drink flows freely.
Where cares, like clouds,
float on the train of the sky,
where the sun shines bright,
and the ocean breathes salty.
I've worked dank, dreary hours,
in a dark and dreary city,
with dim and dreary people,
and I deserve something more.
I desire my malibu sunrise,
where folks treat you well,
where men are friendly,
where women are lovely.
Where dreams, like dogs,
bound along your side,
easy to meet and play,
easy to hold and touch.
What I want is time
to recline downward,
get comfortable,
and truly relax.
With a popcorn-book
and a daiquiri in hand,
my eyes can close and
see my malibu sunrise.