Chicano Poet

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

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


At 8:59 PM, Blogger Poet Hound said...

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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