Mami, I’m living your dream
Mami, I sold the lots
But I kept the dream.
For five hundred down
And fifty a month forever
A piece of treeless swamp –
Mami, I sold the lots.
A three bedroom palace
With mango and orange trees:
Puerto Rico in USA.
Mami, I kept the dream.
They kept flying you down
For champagne weekends
And sucker exchanges.
Tropical salsa sun
To warm your final days,
And star-spiced nights-
The old Florida shell game
Of trading you up and away,
Developer three card Monte,
Sapphire Gulf of blue and teal
Just like el mar Caribe,
Lets me see you always,
Gulf American went under,
And because I didn’t believe then,
For one fifth of what you paid,
And drove away, but never stopped
Looking for paradise –
And now, so many years later,
Mami, I’m living your dream.