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VXXII - SameDayFresh
The hustler
That called me out
For leave'n change
Discarded on the seat
Still had audacity
To command me
' Siegeme
' Te llevo
The bus drivers directions
Clear in mind
I could not resist
The sure way of a promise
Hustler to be hustled
A disgrace
Master of the hustle
I'll put my metal
Against this local
Heft'n my pack
Out of the van bus
As I exited
He stop'd me
' Calmense relajete
' Camine suave
Cheap shot
For the second time
Sharp guy
_
Make'n his morn rounds
Rio Pierdas Downtown
Exchange'n news
With backscene workers
We continued on
~ If you met me
~ In the States
~ You wouldn't even give me
~ The respect of consideration
The translation took me
Until it was too late
To respond
_
Sidewalk on a school corner
Sat an old fat man
Obviously the leader
Of the local schemes
The long line
Of time-pressed buyers
Waited
As the old man
& The hustler made meet'n
Hustler passed
The nights score
The old man
Pass'n only two rolls
_
We kept walk'n
Thru the city
Take'n oportunity
' Que son
He placed in my hand
One of the blunts
Cautiously
' Cuanto?
' Dos dollares
The hustler responded
Twice the amount
Of the local price
An obvious rob
I the true master
I handed him
2 Loose dollars
Ready to pay ten
For the
Fresh Caribbean Roll
_
Twenty minutes
To arrive
The driver's direction
In vision from where he left us
But this transportation terminal
A valuable hub
The hustler
Think'n he outwit me
To tag'n along to where
He also wanted to go
So to lesson
I left him as soon
As he broke away
To greet another
To summit onto the bus
Him completely ditched
I pressured the driver
To break my $10
I let the hustler marinate a while
To be open to
The lesson he was about to learn
' Ven
I called him over
We slapped hands goodbye
Pass'n that way
A folded $5
To prove to him
By universal fashions
Of gratitude
With a day's wage
We two
Of the same stock
His interpretation
Of our situation entirely inverse
We parted
Him dazed by the final jab
In the decisive Oneshot
Of a master
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