I stop
And embrace my
Lonely souls parched thirst
BEER!
Lots and lots of beer
And TEQUILA
HERES TO MEXICO
So it's too hot
People are nice
Iguanas and hyacinths
Gardens and patios
With checkerboard
Tiled floor
And leather Mexican chairs
Surrounded by sawdust
Eaten through by termites
And dust
Tortas
by a man with a
Skin affliction
Don Pedro
No sign outside
He'd have to pay
Rebar sticking out everywhere
BEER
and Bolillos
At the little store
La tiendita
The bodega
That
Smells like bread
And chlorine
And peppers
and plastic
