Chicano Poet

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

White Casablanca

Henry Casablanca
sat at the bar
while Mr. Bones

was playing “As Time
Goes By”
on a piano

that stretched
way out
into the desert,

the hot wind
making dunes
in the shape

of a woman’s buttocks,
but Henry couldn’t think
of that

because he
was in love
when suddenly the Nazis

startled him
out of his daydream

the desert
wiggled its tail
like a snake swastika.

Mr. Bones
and the piano
walked away without the black keys

and were
by the white ones.

Just before the airplane
lifted off the runway,
it ran over a frog.


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