Cuban Music

Am I home in bed with
my ginger cat
Or with the girl in the
crimson dress
dancing to the Cuban music
in a balmy night
with perfumed air.
Do I wear my
holy torn pajamas
or a talored shirt of
silken blue.


I am confused
which way to turn
because we both dance
quite divinely
and I think the wine's
gone to my head...
but now my cat
in fluent Spanish,
serenades me
off to sleep.