An Odd Couple

They played Santana adequately
given the milieu

sandal-clad crowd
guzzling Pacifico
uneven tables on a gravel floor

steady flow of grease and heartburn
from the kitchen
tempered with mas cervezia

interrupted only by small girls
selling roses
and a latino with sketches

outrageously bad
bloated hispanic Elvis
only thirty pesos senor

I thought of Jesus
he and Elvis
sharing equal billing on a speeding bus driver’s mirror
now sharing the same price in a manner of speaking