Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas Virgin Islands

I have been to St. Thomas on several occasions both as a Cruise Ship stop, and also to vacation.  On one particular trip, my last, I was unimpressed with my accommodations.  The small window unit would only provide cooling if you stood directly in front of it.  The weather was hot and humid.  Hundreds of tourists flooded the streets and shops of Charlotte Amalie from dawn till dusk.  The locals were surly and unhelpful. I couldn't wait to leave.  This poem was written to chronicle that visit.

Tropical Depression

Humid heat

no retreat

cranking down to

tropic beat.

Not to worry

we don’t hurry.

Sweat in eyes now

vision blurry.

Must find shelter

from this swelter.

Stuck in traffic,

Helter Skelter.

Where’s the hotel

in this black hell?

A.C. won’t work?

Oh! You don’t tell.

Spent my money,

wanted sunny.

Now I’m naked,

feel all runny.

Too late rain.

I’m insane.

Counting days till

outbound plane.

 Dennis Price