In My Mind's Eye

The Hemingway Way

I hailed a cab in Havana,

Told the driver just to go,

And as the street lights glimmered,

And the midnight moon shimmered,

I couldn't help but bask in the glow.

I'm trading air for cigar smoke,

Breathing in all this gasoline,

'Cause why drink water,

When the rum's no bother?

Man, this city's starting to look pristine.

The clank of full glasses echoes,

In La Bodeguita Del Medio,

Words flood from my fingers,

But the pain still lingers,

Past the taste of the mojito.

If I were to dream of a simple life,

Though I'm as close as I'll sure get,

The summer breeze in the trees,

On my typewriter's keys,

But even then I suppose I'd forget...

Of all the psychedelic love I've lost,

Of all the broken hearts I'm cost.

Of all the wars that rage inside my head,

All the wars that leave so many dead,

Of all the wars that wake me, when I'm lying in my bed.

I hailed a cab in Havana,

Watched the city barrel by,

On this sunset balmy eve,

Broken heart on my sleeve,

But then again, I never learned how to cry.

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I'm back from my little hiatus last week! Thank you all for your patience with my lack of uploads as of late, and to anyone who's wondering, this poem is written from the perspective of author Ernest Hemingway. He spend a good portion of his life in Cuba, and the bar I mention in the poem (La Bodeguita Del Medio) was one of his favorite places in Havana to drink and write. As always, thank you all for reading, and don't forget to leave a vote and a comment if you enjoyed this. :)