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Revelation at 'La Floridita'
I met with Hemingway, half cut,
In old Havana town.
‘A daiquiri?’ I offered, but
He flatly turned it down.
“The truth is I can’t stand the taste
Of alcoholic stuff
And only feign to get shitfaced
In order to look tough.
“I don’t touch whisky, brandy, schnapps,
Or any of their ilk.
I’ll take a soda, or, perhaps
A little chocolate milk.”
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