the harmonica wails and the humidity feels like a warm mist, it’s a blur of color up and down duval street, i step out on the well traveled sidewalk rubbing up against bikinis and panama jacks, the lobby of the la concha is air conditioned but the roof is so hot, no one gets out there, but i have friends here and i glide right by the rope, the sunset practically sizzles, cooled only by the large quantities of rum drinks provided by don the barkeep
key west
going sideways 