the king of the Caribbean is thirsty

at the funky Café Del Mar

sipping on rum, sipping on

a silver crescent sliver of moon

sipping on a thousand salty stars

pouring from the Big Dipper

pouring from the coconuts

as cool jazz and the queen

fill up the white sand gloom

the queen of the rustling palms

wears her famous Trina Turk

bright yellow in her majesty

smelling like a jasmine sea

smiling with white pearls

out of sun-licked radiance—

and the king wants to drink

her royal dimpled dominions

wants to drink her rustling palms

in the white sand gloom

outside the funky Café Del Mar

under a silver crown of moon

under her shower of salty stars

under her rustling palms

the king of the Caribbean is thirsty

and the queen

smiles with white pearls

and eats her coconut ice cream