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