Trip To a Concert
Went to see Willie Colon the other night
Trombone - bongos - sexy woman
dancing around
A politician walked
through the crowd
Free water (I got there too late)
rhythmic
memories
remain with us
As old newspapers
blow by in the
wind
We watch the dance of love and life
as it repeats itself
endlessly
throughout the years
echoing in the halls of our souls
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