An Old Tecato Speaks
These ain't no crockpot beans
these beans were made
in a beat up pot
on the stove
and when I burn them
there's that old familiar smell
you know so well
still edible of course
but the burnt beans
stuck to the bottom of the pot
are hard to scrap off
much like my life
1 Comments:
I need to visit you more often, I always love your poems. This one makes me hungry for the beans I used to eat in Texas and across the Border.
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