I stick my hand out
right there on that corner that saw us dance that one time
the bus driver stopped
i get on
walk by the register
pay the man his money with a big bill
and he says
'Well you gotta wait, i aint got no change'
I say fine but im pissed
Its monday, just as bad
as burned children in the burned aisle
salsa be beatin on the radio
Hector Lavoe singing dont worry, be happy
his puertorican
not jamaican
nor Zion
he's not stupid
his just my
Idle monday June bug
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine tale of life going no and on always filled with hope hope for that magic melody to at last lift the heart a wonderful poem