El Gringo’s

When I was little

The three of us would pile into dad’s little sky blue pickup

He’d rewind whatever cassette was in the tape deck to his favorite song

And drive us to the Mexican restaurant just outside of town

I don’t remember much about the place

Certainly not the food

Or the color of the big sombrero

They made you wear when they sang happy birthday

All I remember is

One time on the way home

My forehead pressed against the cold backseat window

And the beads of rain streaking down the glass

If I looked close enough

I could see the whole world in every little drop