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Sometime
In Spanish Harlem
Sometime in the Bronx
The boys were in for the night
And silence filled their space
At one point they heard her voice
Almost in unison
They jumped out of their beds
A put a clear clean glass to the wall
To hear her better
But the sound was faint
Spanish boys
Spilled onto New York City sidewalks
Peaking through windows
Every now and then
voyeuristically seeing Harlem
in a tight embrace with Jazz
Spanish speaking boys
Heard her moan
Somewhere Cuba
Somewhere in Puerto Rico
Central and South America
The heard her
Brazil
Inhaled her exhales
Fused them into Bosa Nova
And they all studied her curves
Taking her home in memory.