Is that
really him?
I wasn't sure.
You never can tell.
Some people
go out of their way
to be
someone else.
But,
there he was,
Carlos Santana.
At a bar,
with a Santana cover band.
He wasn't playing.
He wasn't drunk,
He was picking up
our empty beer bottles
and taking them
to the bartender.
He was a good busser.
We watched him
for awhile.
After a couple more beers,
we asked him.
I don't remember his reply.
I don't think he
really responded.
I didn't care.
I just wanted him
to dance
with my woman.
I was a pimp.
Carlos was a trick.
He paid me
with a smile.
My lady and I
went on
to the next bar.
Hoping for
a lil bit
more than he was
offering.
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