The bordello camp 

Morning in Aruba, the ****  has crowed three times
Men get out of beds that hundreds have slept in 
of other men, they are silent, waiting for taxis
to take them back to their ship
Sad men, there is no jubilation here, cigarette smoke
A cold morning beer while waiting for the transport
A ******, overcome by the tardiness, tries to run away
There is nowhere to run; the ***** camp is in the desert
on a desert, sand, bushes, and snakes.
The madman, plied with alcohol, is sleeping.
The other carried him onboard.
In the courtyard, a woman swipes the dance 
floor, doesn't bother to look up, when this day ends 
They will be back again, or someone like them
will come, here, drink, dance, and pay for ***