La Iguana
The seed for a poem can come from strange places
For me it does anyway
You just never know what it will take to make the seed grow
I have a place that I go to, see all kind of strange faces
On just about any given day
They always have something new to show
It is a little Mexican bar, in the middle of down town
Right across for the city bus center, that is how I get there
I go in and have a few
Most are happy faces, some carry a frown
It is a small place, dark with very little glare
I just watch and see what people will do
Kind of like bird watching, some strange birds do come in
I get some napkins from the Mexican barmaid
Juke box is playing "El Ranch Grande"
I hear someone say, "Watch out that old man is writing again"
Time well spent and moments I will not trade
Pen, napkins, cold beer in hand and me
After a couple of hours, I am set to go
Relaxed and a few lines for the next week
I am ready to go to the casa
What I write, no one really knows
They just know that I will be in there next week
So when I need a new poem, I will be at the La Iguana
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