Monday, July 13, 2009


They sat next to us
They were charismatic
Shared cigarettes
And drank expensive beverages

The German one said

With each drink
People look more beautiful

She made me think
About the students of aesthetics
And their love affairs with wine

Her cell phone rang and
She said something like

They are taking me home
They’re Mexicans but they are nice
I’ll be alright

They knew the art of humor
We laughed as we drove them home
We all agreed it was best not ride
A bicycle while inebriated

We left them at the house and drove away
And the humor was exchanged
For red white and blue lights

That flashed on the walls of the city
On the storefronts
The boulevards
On the faces of late night minorities

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