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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-faced!

 

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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