“But You Don’t Speak Spanish,” she said.

“Date Two”

Before after dinner coffee between Tecate and Tequila I would translate for Susan
the Spanish songs playing

I told her;

Unlike the menu this music is more mix-tape… a mistake to parse
verse or individual song

and the lyrics suggest a libretto that goes on forever, could take weeks,
months, even years Susan…to truly appreciate


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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