Tijuana Moon Poem by Alfred Ramos

Like magic, the moon in all its glory
Rose over the Tijuana hills
The night was darkly still, clear of stars
Giving you the chills
Creamy colored clouds sail in
Brushing the Tijuana skyline
The serenity settles in
So mystifying as if by design
It was a Tijuana moon I think
It’s hard to tell when you are on the brink
Of a broken heart
A bittersweet taste across my tongue
Takes me back to when I was young
And so smart
The mariachi music pounding to the macho beat
The Tequila bottle slowing showing signs of defeat
The liquor talking can’t get me to my feet
It’s cold outside but I can feel the heat
Like a foreign language out it comes
Another women’s story beats the drums
Her gypsy spell she put me under
Would not let me hear the thunder
She hypnotized when the moon was full
There was no strength from which to pull
And there was nothing I could do
She danced in circles, breaking my spirit in two
I think it was the Tijuana Moon