Spain

Coils of rings wet round table,
meat, bone flush to the center,
Face hanging laps to Sangria,
Rock and roll American plays.
Sweat wraps round and down,
Tequila shooters some game,
Get hoarse laughs choking,
hands slap an offbeat tattoo.
Heat dreams come up bright,
some silvered song horizon,
a senorita and not much else,
sailor's lament in the night.
Stumble cold streets outside,
dogs sniff at the sway walk,
Just to settle back in steel,
for the dim morning huzzah.

� 2000 DPMcClellan