image Jinetera I see me and you in this love-scene but it’s a film that only plays in my head….. ‘Cos I crashed my car and you still didn’t notice me. I run errands for Salvador, I work the Porn Palace door. That guy you wrapped yourself round, don’t you know he’s a cop? That parking-lot’s some holy place, ‘cos the first time I saw you was there, A honey bagel in your hand, You in a candy-striped Alice band. I read about a girl jumped off a bridge with her dog in her arms And I thought of you, they said she had a spectacular smile, Some days I feel like I’m falling apart, Like I’m God’s broken heart…… I watched you up on the stage singing doo-wop with some Latino girls, You sang pretty good: is it true you were once in love with a priest? I’ll bet he’s staring into a glass somewhere, Like he sees his whole past in there….. So I found out your name from this lap-dancer I know, I like to say it out loud, it’s like waves breaking on Cuban sand. But here the long afternoon shadows fall On the strip-joint wall ……….. I hear you’re going back to Santa Clara soon …… [ Back ]