25.4.12

Image: Me with the Mariachi, singers at a Mexican Restaurant on my first night in McAllen (no I didn't sing with them).

 

121) Last night I met with a smile,

Someone I hadn’t seen for a while

We met last year on my very first night

She was waiting for me at the end of my flight

Waiting at journeys end, someone to depend

Now my feet were back on solid ground get me to my motel safe and sound

I asked in fun “are you who I think you are,

And do you remember collecting my car?”

Our hug and smile said it plain nice to see you once again

 

122) I’d got the card saving 3 cents a gallon, fuelled up ready for McAllen

Early morning and still dark when I left the motel car park

Gradually the miles passed away, night giving way

To a morning sky of dirty grey

Was it some sort of weather warning?

Were we goin’ to have rain this morning?’

No worries cos’ later the sun broke through

Once more drivin’ under a sky of blue

But before those in McAllen I meet, I’m gonna stop for a bite to eat

 

123) Thirst sated, hunger abated

Egg, sausage and hash brown now carry on to McAllen town

Just to pay then on my way

At first it seemed like disorder, but everything was cooked fresh to order

 

124) Breakfast stop now far behind, a stop for fuel then I’ll find

McAllen and my motel for the next 5 nights I’ll dwell

But a priority it’s number one, gotta get my washing done

Without a doubt, of clean socks I’m running out

An’ I don’t want to meet

Fellow poets wearing old socks and havin’ stinky feet

 

125) Reached McAllen an’ gave a cheer, rung Daniel an’ said “I’m here”

He said glad you got here without distress”

I said “now I’ve a few shirts to press”

He replied “I’m a teacher so listen out; I’ll call you when school is out”

So chores done enjoy a walk in the afternoon sun

Time to explore part what I came here for

The rest of the time, share my work in rhyme

And listen to the work of others, my poetry sisters and brothers

Poetry in seriousness or jest, at the Valley International Poetry Fest