Tijuana Gringo : Poems

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4th & B; 13 January 2001

street vendors pass
	under sweet burdens
a dolar diez pesos la paquete the beggar on this corner
	leans close to
	warn you
be careful, señor, hay
	ladrones aquí
here there be thieves, it
might be said in corners
	of maps
terra incognita of the
	soul
es decir, carácter
	or
personality
unknown
	in crowded blocks
where evening shuffles past
	between work and home
office, shop, cantina, hotel home home unseen land beyond police van
	spotlights
promised paradise apart from
	bar door hustlers
pulling -- jalando
	on their sidewalk clients
come'on in take a look
gotta lotta pretty naked ladies
	dancing
	just
for
	you
but no, you must
insist on measuring
	the land
with paper and pen
from a waiting bench
beside the pay phone at taxi site
	where one, then
	a second
places their calls
	to yet another third
and equally unknown world .

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This one has been so little changed from the original first draft that I shall give into the temptation to title it with the place and date I wrote it, while waiting for Tere to arrive in los taxis rojos -- although Michael would say Maria, wouldn't he/I ? Ooops -- there goes the cat again. Damn bag never could hold it for long!

Unlike me & Michael, there really is another poem about this corner.

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