The River Road

Late last night
I saw you coming
Early this morning
I saw you go

Late last night
I saw you running
Up the street
From the River Road

Early in the morning
I saw you walking
Hands in your pockets and
Your head down low

Little senorita
Has got you coming
All the way up from
The River road

Early in the morning
I saw you walking
Up the street from
Where the men all go

Turn your head and
I will tell you something
Little Senorita
Doesn't want to let you go

Little senorita
Was smiling at something
As you walked all the way
Back up the River Road

poem by Brian Kilpatrick
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!