Serenading La Sirena
The barrio was a shipwreck
of drowning pachucos y pachucas
la sirena
was my girl
I worked long hours on the docks
welcoming salt
Saturday nights were made
of sand
my girl all painted up
fins and all
what a beautiful tail
swimming in and out of ships
the barrio bobbing up and down
our zoot suits soaked with surf
grab onto the barrio
if you can
she whispered
with her wet lips