1 hour ago
Havana,
A worn-out diva dressed to look fine,
still on the stage
but forgetting her lines.
A ’56 Chevy made to look new,
running quite well
‘till the head gasket blew
A mural of Che in his beret,
waving his fist,
slowly fading away
Crumbling facades on tired avenues
and unpaved streets
where the kids have no shoes,
Somewhere a horn is blowing the blues
A worn-out diva dressed to look fine,
still on the stage
but forgetting her lines.
A ’56 Chevy made to look new,
running quite well
‘till the head gasket blew
A mural of Che in his beret,
waving his fist,
slowly fading away
Crumbling facades on tired avenues
and unpaved streets
where the kids have no shoes,
Somewhere a horn is blowing the blues