The Cuban Angels Last Ride
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The Cuban Angels Last Ride
Zan Cantwell/Mike Siegel © 2007
Gina’s talking to detectives in the doorway
Maria’s at the counter with a baby in her arms
Rain is falling on the broken sidewalk
The chalk lines will soon be wet and gone
The neighbors all stare at the Bodega
But no one claims to be a witness to the crime
The Angels old man is scratching at the backdoor
But no rocks gonna roll his way this time
Lucky grins at Carlos like a tomcat
Cops tag and photograph an empty magazine
The anchor is putting on fresh make-up
Channel 4 is live from the scene
They’ll all come to church tomorrow morning
Tattooed tear drops running from their eyes
There’ll be a prayer for every bead, on the Rosary
When the Cuban Angel takes his last ride
The cocinero said he saw it from his kitchen
But didn’t get a good look at the gunman’s face
His wife says the car was new and polished
But cant recall the number on the plates
Out here it’s a question of survival
A twenty’s still a twenty even when it’s soaked with blood
The Angel found his way out this morning
On the only path he ever understood
They’ll all come to church tomorrow morning
Tattooed tear drops running from their eyes
There’ll be a prayer for every bead, on the Rosary
When the Cuban Angel takes his last ride
There’ll be a prayer for every bead, on the Rosary
When the Cuban Angel takes his last ride
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