Cumbia

 

Walking in a boring neighborhood
The setting sun is blocked
By houses
Flat land
Shitty clouds
And rain
Up ahead
An open garage door
A car with its hood up
Tables benches carts on wheels
Blinking electronic equipment
A ONE two three
ONE two three beat
Snakes out onto the sidewalk
Propels me
I can go on and don't miss
The setting sun