Sunday, January 4, 2009

I eat you, Miami...

I am here.

to the tune of Johanna by Stephen Sondheim.

I eat you, Miami,
I eat you,
I was half convinced I'd waken,
satisfied enough to dream you
Happily i was mistaken
I'll eat you, Miami
I'll eat you...

I'll eat you, Miami
I'll eat you...
Are there chickens in that kitchen?
'Cause they call it Chicken Kitchen.
I am finding all your rice boss
Buried sweetly in your curry sauce...

I eat you, Miami
your Cuban, I'll eat, too,
all your snapper and your stone crab claws
sweet, sweet plantains in my happy jaws...

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