or at least los angeles.
only here can you make food out of a truck, park it next to a walgreens,
and please so many people all night, who dont deserve your tender wares.
they have a few milk crates on the sidewalk if you cant wait to eat yr tacos
they have a small card table aside the trailer if you want to add some salsa
and across the street a man in a tiny truck blares spanish music and repairs shoes.
he has a sign that says shoe repairs.
i wait for my tacos al pastor, look down at my shoes, and wished they needed repairing.
a buck fifty for two tacos, four bucks for a pollo burrito, a buck tip and
oh why not another fiddy cent for being so awesome
and then speed away into the darkness of echo park