local folk musician and revolutionary
i didn´t realize it would mean being the chaperone
for seven very young people from the hostel
with a buzz on
-----
the young man with the medicine
was a delight
extremely mellow and literate
with a penchant for empathic communication
into theater and very funny
the native woman visiting from the bering strait
was likewise a hoot
very beautiful friendly and wise
we spoke of harvesting meat
and our bizarrely intense experiences on Ometepe
-----
the three younger women were annoying
in the usual way
fellow hostelers you find out
you have nothing in common with
though one of them did go the extra mile
by dominating every conversation
with shallow stories of life in miami
worse were our two young drunks
one of whom was stumblingly loud and abrasive
the other a young scot
who was way over the cultural line
with anger at our server
for a small mistake on the bill
we were trying to correct
and who i had to apologize for
a number of times
-----
worst of all was me
paying the extra few bucks
to have the bill come out right
negotiating appropriate taxi fares
and watching out for the safety
of a motley group of naive north americans
in a big and often unsafe city
as i took them to a club
where they spent their precious money
on cheap alcohol
and a show which we never saw
for as we found out after the first round
mejia only plays thursdays now
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