As the Sun Went Down

On hot summer days, I’d have a slice of mango, as a Spanish girl did the Alphabet tango.

As the Sun Went Down

There wasn’t much 
back in my space,
just a radio and
a beat up suitcase.

I remember the docks 
at the last of June, 
a bag of bodega beer
after a long afternoon.

At the end of the day
at the edge of town,
there was the river breeze
as the sun went down.

On hot summer days,
I’d have a slice of mango,
as a Spanish girl
did the Al…