The Cat House

The Cat House Morning in Aruba, the cock has crowed three times and men get out of beds that have been slept in by hundreds of other men. They are sad men, lost in thought what they did in the night do not bring relief but shame. Taxis are waiting to bring them back onboard; some are so overwhelmed by the tardiness of it all that they need rum & coke to drown the sense of self loathing. In the court yard an old woman swipes the dance floor, a cat sleeps in the cooling breeze, it and the old woman know the same men will back at nightfall.