The Monologue Bombs - Chino's Song

That April night by the river out behind your mother’s house
We were dripping dry and the wind was full alive with coffee blossoms
We danced beneath the leaves
All alone with tired feet
Weary eyes, aching bones, but home
The memory of your skin
I block it out, it comes back in
Laughter sang, luna shone, we were home
I shuffled up to you ‘cross cracked kitchen tiles
You sat on the counter, just transmitting smiles over to me
We walked to the front stoop, blushed and sublime
In the cinch of a whisper, I missed the speck of time where the kiss should be
I just couldn’t see
And I saw your gringo down, snapping his fingers ‘round, white as pictures of Jesus
And his charming New York stammers, and your smile an inch from his, and the thunderhead’s a song
Your fire escape’s empty
I look up from the stones
Your lights are on, shadows long, are you home?
It’s a dirty little island
Liquor signs and neon drones find us here, Corazon, far from home
The sirens are wailing, the alley’s cut with light
There’s broken boys and switchblades giving up the fight, it’s a desolate night
Maria, they’ll find me wherever I hide
They’ll bruise me at the station, but I’ll just shut my eyes
We’re by the river, we’re dripping dry, that April night
The most beautiful sound I ever heard--home

Written by:
Scott Phillips

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