I found myself
forging new ground
at a juke joint 
on Pioneer Street
when in meandered
a paint bespeckled
and wrench holstering
maverick of a Spaniard.
He was an advertisement
for the advocacy of
one night stands.
Turns out I’m a sucker
for a good ad campaign.
I fall hard for the hard working.
"...it was his birthright to
bestow me with besos."
by Angela J. Perry
And as the Lynard Skynard
medley ripped
through the jukebox
I was moved by jollity
and found this
punk’s presence beneficent.
I convinced Mr. Jaunty
it was his birthright to
bestow me with besos.
  That is where
  the story ends,
   where it begins.