My computer hums
it’s sound is that of an engine,
deep below water line,
a tropical night on a tank-
ship bound for Aruba
and alone on an iron deck.
Stars were so near
that they dripped peace into my restless mind,
before I thought of worldly things.
Tomorrow I’ll meet Teresa
she owns a bar not far from the oil terminal
sells very cold Amstel beer
and has the most generous embrace on that tiny island.