Where are you now? Puerto Rican beautiful from the Bronx Dragged along to Los Angeles where you did not belong
L.A whipped its tattered rug into a wave
and tried to launch you back East,
Always it failed.
And I am glad for it, friend!
On the stairs of that
building, somewhere in
the Valley, you told me I had
beautiful eyes and eyebrows
you would kill for, you
kissed me then and passed me
your chewing gum
-And, that’s how we do it in the Bronx.