Mexican midnight

Like a stray dog I´m left on the streets.
They have never abandoned me.
Friends are found down the calle centrale.
Streetlights make the night fried chicken yellow
and were off to eat fish with humble brothers.
Banana palms cushion the hard straight contours of the
roads.
We hear chopping and smell cooking smiles are shared like
good tequila.
Running in and out with that mexican tag question "ey"!
We arrived at the restaurant and instead of eating
we started our shift joking and staring.
Oye hombre el gringo llego!!! Y ahora?