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Tortilla Express
( a lowrider poem, to be read bajito)
© by Nephtalí
once
upon a cornucopia dream
I dreamt of riding into town;
4 tortillas were the wheels,
a transparent buñuelo
was the windshield…
low, low,
was the carrucha
which looked like a tamal
while the outgoing horns
a’tooting were! beep! beep!
the back seat it was open –
taco-
you’d think it was
a barrio meal
o el rinconcito café
– but all in truth
´twas nothing less
than the coming
of the lowrider
tortilla express!
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