Tequila Sunrise
I recognize the taste
A mix of orange juice and regret
Grenadine interlaced
And something else that I forget
I can hear the crash of waves
Soft sounds of music through the din
And I feel the gentle spray
Of salt and sand upon my skin
As I slowly get my bearings
I’m puzzled by the warmth
The sun’s rarely so glaring
In the winter, in the North
A heatwave, I surmise
But it’s rather unconvincing
When I open up my eyes
The sunlight leaves me wincing
My apparel suits the heat
Tacky shorts, Hawaiian shirt
I stumble to my feet
Suddenly on high alert
This is not what I had on
When I left home the other day
My shoes are also gone
And my hair’s in disarray
And I may be incorrect
(It really wouldn’t be a reach)
But last time that I checked
My suburb didn’t have a beach
A group of people pass me
They appear to be Hispanic
And I regain some memories
Which send me further into panic
I had gone out to a club
I had been chatting up some guy
I should have sobered up
And turned in for the night
Instead I drank more fruity drinks
And accepted more champagne
Until he asked me what I’d think
Of a ride aboard his plane
I said yes – that’s my mistake
Because it always is the rich dudes
Who decide they’re gonna take
You to Mexico then ditch you