At the Wine Store

Posted: March 15, 2014 in cortos
Foto: Ernesto G.

Foto: Ernesto G.

At the wine store the cashier, a baby-faced heavy-set black woman in her twenties, starts humming a melody. I ask her, “Are you a singer?” She says, “I am. And a poet, too.” And then, without warning, she starts reciting a poem. “They should give you a raise for being such a good poet,” I say. She smiles at me and says: “Business and poetry don´t rhyme, sir,” she quips. “That is true,” I say, “that is very true.”

I pay for the wine and leave the store with a smile on my face. The name of the wine: Toasted Head.

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