Daniel Romo

Call it green light or irony when they lifted the

ban on lowriders, allowing them to glide down

the boulevard as if cruising and culture are cross

streets destined to bind the barrio. To reverse

your wrong is to acknowledge a man’s heritage

saturated in baggy khakis and flannels and

though I’m more fitted jeans and polos, I’m

unsure how to feel when something’s taken

from me and returned since celebration and

circumstance must be calibrated to scale. On

Sunday I drove past a church next to a club

so the community can turn up or inward,

depending on their desire for acquiring vibe

or vision, as if the city knew how proximity

preaches because the second greatest

commandment is to love thy neighbor. At

times we all ride down our own avenues,

blasting our form of oldies that croon the

night like slow dancing at dusk and activate

hydraulics that bounce the car up and down

as if testing the merit of our suspension and

belief. I propose a new bill which says, The

people of the state are free to merge in an out of

lanes, slow and low, to exhibit their pride and

style, on this day in the name of house music and

Heaven.