Coming Home From Mexico
I take a bus from O'hare
Where a fight has erupted
And the driver pleads for understanding
Then everything goes asleep
Without tranquility
Where a fight has erupted
And the driver pleads for understanding
Then everything goes asleep
Without tranquility
Walk through the capital city
Past midnight. Not a soul
Playing the guitarron
I find my car
Where I once lived
The morning after, the kitchen
Without cracked tiles, or coffee
Laying down in the street,
The sunflowers are too heavy
To stand
Without cracked tiles, or coffee
Laying down in the street,
The sunflowers are too heavy
To stand
Everything is sterilized at the Coop
I pour coffee from a carafe with immaculate stickers
While twins in red polka dot dresses
Cover their mouths at the produce
Cover their mouths at the produce
Outside, under green striped umbrellas
Everyone pristine, worked-out
And we are all looking up
As the homeless woman
In the parking lot
Asks for alms
While dragging her leg,
Black as barro negro