11 PESOS COFFEE STOP


When I parked
The beat—up truck
I saw 2 police motorcycles
At the entrance
Right on the sidewalk

The policemen
Sat at a table
Frozen like
Copper statues

No donuts
For these guys
And it was too early
For tacos
Just caffeine

They read
Tijuana newspapers
With more of the usual
Shootings
Police pursuits
Additional dead people

I wanted to read
Their eyes
But they did not
Look up

There’s no sun today
It is overcast
There’s water
In the air