Call Me Gringo Poem by clint coker
Call Me Gringo
I have
the soul of
a wanderer trapped in
a body that has never
left eastern Oklahoma. Plaintive daydreams find
me in Mexico, living the life of
a silent film rogue, swilling tequila and swatting
flies in some summer, sweat drenched cantina, tossing pesos
to a dark eyed girl in full skirt as she dances
barefoot on the table, drunk on the moods of a Spanish guitar.
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5/28/2024 2:05:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonder writing, Clint. I would like to go there with you : -)
Thank you so much