Chicano Poet

Friday, October 26, 2007

Part Four

On the way back, they get lost.
Dodger Stadium rises on the left,
Chavez Ravine bereft.

They take the exit ramp,
head back to Venice Beach,
get a momentary glance of Screech.

“There’s your Hollywood star!” smirks Rocky.
Lil sighs, “ That’s just one of many!”
She leaned back in her seat like a granny.

Rocky drove as if he’d been driving all his life,
but he never drove until today.
His raccoon tail on proud display.

When they got to Venice,
they parked the car in a tow away zone.
They ain’t Bonnie and Clyde or Al Capone,

they just live from day to day.
A little of this and a little of that
and a tip of the coonskin hat.


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