DKG Fine Arts Gallery
Charro Beans Are Extra
By Janet S McCaskey ,CO © email@example.com
Orange flames under a big black pot--
first one, then another un-uniformed man retreats.
Can just anyone wander back through that wide open kitchen door?
The Mi Tierra booths around me are full:
A woman sips something from a white cup.
The man across from her eats an ice cream cone.
Who is this old gray man in his battling plaids, vaquero in disguise?
“Earlier it was Mario in the bakery,” he says.
Two women kiss cheeks; two others hug.
One eats a taco from some tinfoil, still in her red, white, and green flounces.
An old gringo woman asks for butter and honey.
“You calling me honey?” Mario laughs.
Miguel and Maria servers tag team me, bringing fresh, warm tortillas.
Smiling waiters lift high huge round trays of tortilla soup as the fiddles play above me.
In the serenade, one man bests a tiny Mexican by four feet; equal work still.
Conjunto comes on, and my feet skip.
Even Pancho Villa smiles off every apron front, a screen print frozen, repeated.
Who makes these Christmas lights and paper flags above?
A giant green paper mache pepper?
Someone yells, “San-tos!”
The Cortez Family Staff Thanks You for your visit.