taxi

23 Feb

it was midnight in Veracruz
and pouring down something that was potable for once
we were two desperate drunk north americans
looking to stay dry looking to stay alive
the night before they killed the chicken man
and left him out by the side of the street
with his throat slit
like a dog
like Lorca face down in the gutter
we were two desperate drunk americans
looking to stay alive
so we took a green bug taxi
the kind people told us never to get into
we didn’t care it was pouring
and the man probably laughed at the scared wet weasel gringos
handing over stacks of pesos
for a three-minute trip to the fancy hotel
just so they wouldn’t get wet

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