Early evening was alive with Spring Breakers

Strolling along the busy crowded streets

Sunset heralds their waking hour

Partying will continue until the break of dawn

Fueled by cheap booze and the plentiful supply of illegal street drugs

Groups of young women emerged from hotels

Wearing the standard uniform of brightly colored skimpy tops

Large expanses of bare flesh and glitter from head to toe

Wobbling along in ridiculously high heels

Clutching tiny purses with hands glued to oversize phones

Doing their best to impersonate a hooker convention

Fancy cars rolled by blasting loud music

An open top Ferrari roared up to a red light

Blipping his throbbing engine to signal his intentions

The adjacent muscle car accepted the challenge

Revving his engine in answer to the call for arms

Amid alternating bursts of screaming combustion engines

Pedestrians started running in the cross walk in fear of being run over 

The green light initiated the start of a drag race

Tires screeched as white smoke filled the wheel wells

The short race was rudely interrupted by the next red light

A repeat performance ensued

Unfazed Spring Breakers ignored the automobile madness

Too busy instagraming their selfies into virtual reality

A homeless man crossed the street between the million dollar cars

His long gray hair mingled with a wild unkempt beard

Both hands tightly gripping the handle of his overloaded shopping cart

Piled high with all his worldly possessions

His cardboard bedding material precariously balanced on top

Heading to his rent free open air dormitory

For another night under the stars in the waterfront park

His cart plowed a furrow through the Spring Breakers

They briefly parted to give him a path though

His eyes never wandered over the open sea of young flesh alongside him him

He came here as a Spring Breaker twenty years ago but never escaped