She crossed her legs and dotted the i's
I drank Bacardi neat.

In that dream she seemed unassailable or
perhaps it was me being incapable,
either way
I opened up the page of another day.

When times are tough and the tough get going,
I'm staying put,

Chapter five was a revelation
a celebration
Bacardi again and a gin for the Dame
(she's American you know)

And the day heads into a Tucson sunset
scattering shadows on the sands all about me.