Lower East Side.....NYC, late January
runnin late for this function
my tank damn near on E
hard to park after dark
damn hydrants are distracting
took a chance until the 4-Runner across the street
pulls out....
so in I go
Operation Broken Hip, unique name
for open mic marquee, but I was open like...
Who the? What the? Where the?
I was the first and last one there
several other poets took a writer's break, block
a rain check....or whatever the hell you call it
my ink stays wet
the same thing I can say for Rosa
(but I'll get to that later)
greeted by a hug so big, it took a crowbar to seperate us
watched her grace the stage
the way she hosted and boasted
kept my composure until I got the full closure
amatuers in the set stifled....no movements
my name was called upon....time to do this
freestyled a topic about the ad from Twix
dude's mouth was full while
ladyfriend needs feedback on ass and tits
blanketed in my 5 minutes of fame
my speech and flow was all the same
eardrums vibrated by the call of my name
and the soft lips that it came
from...
never dawned on this poetic pawn how
mamacita flirted, me actin all bashful
she glowed the dark room in blazer and jeans....
what an assfull.(lol)
session got cut short due to wind and snowfall
my food box growls,
haven't eaten since daybreak
Rosa grabs the right hand as if she were makin plans
and damn....we was out, along with her girl, Pam
next door was De Lechonera(*sp) to grub up
Rosa steps to the counter and orders.....
in her native tongue
was gawking at me as if she hadn't had chocolate before...
...or in a long time
things startin to heat up
with ill visions to eat up, then beat up
THE FOOD!!!(pervs!)
couldn't fuck with the pork on my fork
so the rice was grand....beans was bland
chicken was rich, yet dry like sand....
washed it down with Mango Mystic, lots of it
we conversated for several minutes after the food came
old Spanish lady across the table all up in our game
smiled at us while we chatted
she tryna front like she don't understand English, but
shrugged it off
sincerity and gentlemanlike nerve kicked in......
"Do you need a ride home?"
was flattered but planned to go to another home...
mines, that is
Rosa longed to give me an in-house poetic performance
and wanted my honest feedback in the morning.....
THE END????
It was still a hot ass poem.