El Dorado
It was an ocean blue sixty-nine El Dorado from Chavez Ravine we drove into Denver, Colorado we only had one tape Chuck Berry’s the great twenty-eight It was so bright we had to stop and buy some shades you were so damn quick I didn’t even see you cop that thing What’s in Denver? Oh, someone I gotta see I owe a fella a black and tan just sit back and ride with me, man Did you ever hear that story how the Spaniards thought this place was paved with gold? Imagine the look on their face! You talk about the strangest things on road trips like this especially when no one says anything at all and the tape flips over and starts playing again by itself Bio: Christian Garduno’s work can be read in over 100 literary magazines. He’s the recipient of the 2019 national Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry, a Finalist in the 2020-2021 Tennessee Williams & New Orleans Writing Contest, and a Finalist in the 2021 Julia Darling Memorial Poetry Prize. He lives and writes along the South Texas coast with his wonderful wife Nahemie and young son Dylan.
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