Ten minutes on the South West Side
muchachos walking out of the house
a lot of drugs sold from there...
The buracho sauntering in a zig zag
down the walk way
a wool hat on his head in the middle of May.
Church bells ring a tune of Ave Mara
a woman speaks a little louder over the phone -
an important cal from Jalisco.
A Hot Rod races by
Spanish Rap blaring with a forceful base
a quick toot of the horn
to acknowledge the woman passing by...
(I’m not part of her business, so eye contact is avoided).
A young couple talk for a bit
a welcomed distraction
from the car engine that needs fixin
A yellow traffic light turns to read
two cars beat the chase
not worth the time of the policia
walking into the greasy spoon.
I can hear the radio off in the distance
Mariachis with their love ballads
I can just make out the strums of the guitars
as the neighbors pit bulls bark at a kid on a bike.
The avion flies overhead
and I wonder where it’s going
Most of my neighbors never came to
Mexican town by a plane
they walked from the southern border
some have the same zapatos
I could never wear them.
As I step inside
Rafael yells across the street
I nod and yell "Muy Bien!"
As I open the door to my casa...
I know I am home.