Like Root Beer Diamonds

Like Root Beer Diamonds smokestack lightning on the pomona freeway plays their twangy sound brimming with desire tan mexican cheerleader rides in a ’46 chevy passing neon hamburger stands in walnut city passing the silver taco trucks parked on main they clang like bells in a distant temple of god she say she want pozole beans and coca cola her brown eyes sparkle like root beer diamonds her dark skin enfolds me with unimagined force the stars above my cruising machine wink at us they know of our holy genuflections in the dark the ‘46 chevy parks at javier’s mexican canteen smokestack lightning plays their twangy sound plays it on 8 track plastic brimming with desire her sweet salsa voice puts my soul in handcuffs her straight white teeth and wet lips enslave me we sit close at a back table in the dim darkness her brown eyes sparkle like root beer diamonds