Cantina Poems - Poems about Cantina

Cantina Tina never met one meaner Though she sure looked pretty as the night grew long; And so did I, in the mirror of the john. Bottom of the bottle is where the grass is greener. A Skid Row guy with an eye for Pasadena; Spend my nights between seventh and third With old Jack D ’til the world is blurred. Bottom...

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Emerging from the shadows of the mission’s broken wall, The moon falls on her shoulders like a ghostly silken shawl. She wears a chain of silver and abalone shells. Her eyes as bright as emeralds, her voice, like Spanish bells. She wanders past the courtyard, the potter’s earthen jars, The lights of the cantina, the lullaby guitars, To step beyond the...

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He drifted into town on his faithful quarter horse called Moose who had a three-legged gait which gave him saddle sores when drifting from town-to-town. A desert wind hit them hard, he pulled his cowboy hat further down his face so the sand wouldn't sting his brown and and deep-set eyes, he sees a faded sign in red lettering advertising, 'EL ROJAS CANTINA'...

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He drifts into town on his faithful quarter horse called Moose who has a three-legged gait which gives him saddle sores when riding miles from place to place. A desert wind storm hits them hard, he pulls his cowboy hat down his face so the sand won't sting his deep-set brown eyes, he sees a faded sign...

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It is a hot afternoon at Pancho's Cantina And Rosa is sitting at the bar, mariachis singing Cause the juke box is dead She is the red rose in Pancho's Cantina There is no telephone, so you can't hear it ringing She is letting the tequila, get into her head She once had a hour glass figure, that is about...

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