Chicano Poet

Monday, August 27, 2007

Sgt. Salt’s Broken Heart Pub Band

The first pizza place in town
was run by an oriental girl
and her husband.

My cousin Joe would buy a mug of beer,
we’d sit there eating pizza
and listening to the jukebox.

Today, there’s a big, tall fence
in front of the place
to hide the junked cars,

because it’s become part of
Ranafou’s junkyard,
owned by Freddie, the asshole son---

Ranafou senior must be dead by now.
Let’s assume so.
This is an ad for Rosie’s Mexican Pizza.


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