King of Tango
Updated: Apr 8
King of the Tango
I am sitting under a banyan tree…. sounds poetic but not really true, I am in Texas.
I remember you so well dancing under a sunny sky with your boom box
black hat and black suit, defying a sunny day
You had Tango tangled inside your soul with all your memories
I don’t think it mattered to you if anyone was watching
You needed the dance to begin in solitude
You needed a reason to lose yourself ( I’m reading your mind in a not so humble way).
Old but agile, limbs bending sliding feet and moving hands sometimes standing still in a pose of resistance as Evita sleeps beside you
Peaceful in your dancing dream
You forget the crime and the poverty
What you lost you gain defying gravity
I wanted to dance today like you did before
Carlos Gardel crooning in my headphones while I ride my rented mountain bike on an old ocean floor
I was too self – conscience
I was too sold out to the crowd
Unable to speak your language
Now I can only crown you King of the Tango
You are taking my mind back to a place so hard to find
Somewhere between fate and beauty, love and war
If it’s only living what am I waiting for?