Key West Glow

The wind blew with a Key West glow, and I could hear the steel drums ring. Jimmy Buffett tunes were playing. I still remember everything. I had borrowed a Chevy Van, went all the way on down the keys. I found my camps on A-1-A enjoying flowing with the breeze. The memory is still alive, nineteen hundred seventy five, me, my six string, and a bag of weed, and I was hip and full of jive. The wind blew with a Key West glow, and I could hear the steel drums ring. Jimmy Buffett tunes were playing. I still remember everything. I chased the Conch train on my bike, I listened to the docent's speech, saw six toed cats at Hemingway, and met a girl on Smathers beach. I can return there any time. It was a place where I felt free, relaxing with the Key West sun, that now still shines on memory.