He was barely four feet tall
with dark skin and a broken tooth
wore a faded cotton top
and tattered 501 jeans
his straw sombrero
sat awkwardly on his head
he walked in the restaurant
carrying an old guitar
looking around
to find the right spot
to sing his love song
he filled the room with his baritone
the pure voice swelled from deep in his soul
women dabbed their eyes and the men
reached into their pockets
to get the boy
five dollars then ten
to sing the song again.
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