Our Man in Europe, now Europe, Dave Delacroix (Es-Squire): "Singapore Sling!"
(dedicato: Diane Striker in Hong Kong)
"Singapore Sling!"
ZING, ZOOM, SLING (been a loving long time since WE:) Loving. And now singing something, heartfelt-loving/ne-er forgotten, me feeling stupid, but Love feeling free? Here in Corozal-Belize there's a high wind from Jamaica blowing cobwebs, your Song anew/refreshed, I HOWL...a Salute!
Zing, Zoom, Sling-blade-righteous! U gonna dress up ZAZZ, We -cup-O-tea, one index finger UP or a Singapore Sling? Let's rendezvous at RAFFLES in town. We'll, in our minds FLOAT to HARRY'S (Hemmingway's) BAR in Venice, Paris or Rome, some barista who'll mix a fave cocktail, might even remember our names.
(I fell in love with SOMEONE, but as the Song goes:) "It ain't gonna be U, NO HOW!? And if U had a MILLION DOLLARS (USD), my bar tabs couldn't keep up with U! I fell in love long before we met so it AIN'T gonna be U babe, it ain't gonna be U." Until now.
....I wandered lonely as a cloud. My Singapore Sling. A'la Fools & Funkers. Loves death loves a CROWD s-why we now live alone. Our Prides gone South & every song you ever heard from a Cowboy Mouth hollers, canyon echoes, and there's no joy in that prairie-morning campfire where a lone whisp of singular smoke rises into that lonely, empty sky.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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