the
good
timing
boy from the
alabama coast
where the last slave ship docked sang no
songs of darkness as he crafted a shallow sound scape
to tapestry tropic bars and beaches where gringos sip ethanol of agave
dog paddling laps in pools of a paradise made so for they shovel no snow while dollars piñata pesos into
dark skinned smiles and nods
jimmy's genius jelled not in sunny songs but in their meme's industrialization
leaving bakra boozers a whiff of indignation
for parrot headed hangovers
skin cancer and death
tropic dreams
and sun
can't
cure