Poem from Cruz The Main Town of St. John USVI:

We sailed throught the Virgin Islands on the Rebel Jogger, a forty-foot sea cruising boat. I was part of the gag that sailed it from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Tortola. It was on my way to Barbados.

We strolled the capital of St. John one lazy night.. It teemed with aging hippies hanging around in the vibrant Caribbean bars where food and liquor flowed easily with gossip .



"She was Tanned as well as wrinkled, we never ever knew her name, yet white and also tanned and wrinkled, was trying to find a video game. We saw her at bench at Woodys and used her a drink. She mild, well-tanned, as well as enjoyable. She got to be rather pretty as Woody poured his double rum.


It was late when we left Woodys; not many people there. Cruz itself was closing just late-night hangers-on as we walked the weary streets in the capital of Saint John. I put $50 in her hand as she sat alone at the bar. She was down on cash and luck that night, a sample of her life. But for the moment, she was happy that she had met someone who cared.

St Johns