At El Tenampa

Hemingway
Has a beer
on his own
in the corner.
White pants
white beard
white brows
Solemn and pensive
In a bucket hat
And an open
Thick plaid shirt ,
He stares up
at the beer cans
At the back of the bar
At the El  Tenampa .
He says a gruff
But somehow polite
“goodbye”
As he walks out
the cantina door.