Monday, February 02, 2009


He tries to kiss her
I smile & try not to notice
She seems uncomfortable
And he grows impatient

I concentrate on the poets
On the food
The tortillas
And the tequila

They take our pictures
And I tell my boys
To say cheese
And I say cheese with them

The girls look our way
And I remember the drunkard
At the Bob Dylan’s concert
With a scared baby hanging
From his chest as he proclaimed
“Chick Magnet”
And I smile again

But my children
Are having the time
Of their lives
Playfully laughing
With my promoter

They laugh
I laugh
We all laugh
I realize
This is very good indeed

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