Oh Coconuts Of Miami
It's raining gently as I sit here
at the edge of Biscayne Bay.
at the edge of Biscayne Bay.
The Marina here
has a few benches
and the music from the boats
being pulled ashore
with its alluring Latino beat
is blaring into the air.
Something about the Latino beat
feels right here in Miami.
Dropping off my daughter
at Biscayne Key,
I stopped here at the Marina
alone
to enjoy the sights and sounds.
I am amazed by the fruit
hanging from palm trees
everywhere I look.
Coconuts.
Those tantalizing bearers
of juice and sweet white meat.
You grow yourselves
just beyond my reach.
Everywhere you look,
the palms carry a bunch.
And how I'd love to enjoy
a few for lunch.
I may just buy an extension pole
with pincher and basket
and rob you of some
or your teasing laughter.
has a few benches
and the music from the boats
being pulled ashore
with its alluring Latino beat
is blaring into the air.
Something about the Latino beat
feels right here in Miami.
Dropping off my daughter
at Biscayne Key,
I stopped here at the Marina
alone
to enjoy the sights and sounds.
I am amazed by the fruit
hanging from palm trees
everywhere I look.
Coconuts.
Those tantalizing bearers
of juice and sweet white meat.
You grow yourselves
just beyond my reach.
Everywhere you look,
the palms carry a bunch.
And how I'd love to enjoy
a few for lunch.
I may just buy an extension pole
with pincher and basket
and rob you of some
or your teasing laughter.
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