# 15 Cucamonga

While we wait, people are leaving - Smoke seeping into the room - while bigoted cowards yell and scream - Police stood with their arms crossed - before it was strictly, officially permitted - Everyone I know is glued to the floor - the price of a nurse and a needle - The Santa Anna wind was coming - to the heart of Cucamonga - The turning point finally came - when it was swarming with sightseers - they should be in several places - We’ve had to relearn patience - life is going on as before - But it’s way too big, too much money now - it smells like freshly burned grass - It is part of a solution - billows of acrid black smoke - When all you want is a room