A Florida State of Mind

A Florida State of Mind

A raffled cigar
Won’t take you far
In the no-smoking area of life
But tobacco has its own scent
During the ascent into misty eyes
Of a darling woman in red pumps
Whose dreams go south for the winter
Looking for sunken treasure off Key West
But not dressed for scuba diving
With her evening gown out on the town
Seeking the ark of a marital covenant
To get tight with a lover undercover
On her lost sea of tears
With a bottle of magic potion
For moody days on the golf course
Where love is the orange juice
in her margarita