Mystery Woman At The Tarahumara Poem by Hubert Wilson

Just another searing, windless August weekend Tarahumara Cafe lunch?
The Pacifico beer seemed colder and the noon crowd a vocal, rowdy bunch!
A younger crowd circled endlessly through the Sonic Drive-in across the street -
Awaiting others to meet?
The hospital just up Porter Avenue north
Saw the usual ambulances and visitors dart back and forth!
Noticed in the cafe parking lot a sprinkling of Creek and Cherokee license plates.
A talkative little boy said repeatedly he 'spied' new Cheyenne-Arapaho plates in onesided sibling's unresponsive debates!
Young adult lovers obliviously shared a single double shot Two Fingers
silver frozen margarita on the shaded humid patio
Caring not what others would think?
Glancing around the dining room after ordering.
There she sat in a booth bordering!
I knew her,
But from where, as my memory was just a blur?
Was she someone with whom I once worked?
With myself I was irked!
Was she someone from college?
Not to my frustrated knowledge!
Was she she an old friend?
I was at a hopeless dead end!
Perhaps an old romantic interest that ended less than so-so?
Maybe it was better not to know!
Driving north on the old highway into the City much later.
There on a giant entertainment billboard was her picture - as a female impersonator!