Medellin #5

At The Cafe

I donned all my colors

rainbow socks and huaraches

Huichole necklace on Hawaiian shirt

Vivre La Broma!

Waiting for coffee…

chipped coffee cup.

The Japanese couldn’t care less

by the way,

not that that matters now.

The coffee came

with a tiny spoon…

I pretended to sniff cocaine.

And, of course,

Frank Sinatra

began to sing

“New York, New York!”

A mailman passes by, 

meaning mail gets delivered here..

who knew?

The next thing I need

(I know it now)

is a dragon tattoo.