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Waiting at Consuelo's
: Rio Alma
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i'll wait for you later my love at consuelo's.
while five o'clock walks like a promise
in the smoky underpass.
i'll smoke two more salems
before your fragrance wafts on the sidewalk towards me.
you are as beautiful as beer
foaming over the mouth of the bottle
or jasmine in the teardrop of ice cream
before it's spooned. that's why I wait
at consuelo's though the waves of people have died down
in avenida...though the foam has disappeared
from this bottle of beer.
2
you don't like frank? damn, i'll cut off
this jukebox's tongue if it has no nat!
everyone here's a friend so consuelo's
is all ours my love. you reign over my kingdom.
magnolia gives you a cold? have a salem.
my english is no good? homer can wait
but not you love.
and daddy? I wouldn't trade you for a thunderbird.
(night's palm warms with our presence
when the wind whips through the highway
and we're not afraid of anything,
not even the future. the grass whispers
around us when our shadows are one
with the moon...this is the world my love.
this is it.)
how wonderful this freedom of ripe flesh
that chokes my being! how wonderful
this freedom of your immaculateness
eyes closed while you wait for me!
3
i'll wait like i promised
at consuelo's in the same corner
where our world once was.
what if you don't come! don't be afraid
of anyone.
later, we'll fly to this world's
tomorrow...later love
at consuelo's after beer
and ice cream we will become
two free birds. really free.
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