Say What?: Roswell, N.M.

Looking out the window
Of a place called the Crashsite Cafe
In Roswell, New Mexico.
The little alien on the left,though illegal
Is openly exploited.
Unlike terrestrial illegal aliens
Who are secretly exploited in thousands of kitchens
From California, to the New York Islands.

The decor is in your face space alien kitsch,

Aliens at every table!

Alien tee shirts and trinkets designed to
Alienate you from your cash.

Spaceman wearing a business suit;
Old Glory in the background.
I expect our extraterrestrial
friend to break into song.
Maybe a duet with Rita Moreno:
"I love to live in America..."

The booths tell a tale of alien assimilation into Richie Cunningham's America.

More memorabilia at the other end of the cafe.

The deepening dusk behind a succulent plant and Alien sport bottle
Reminds me that I have many miles to go before I sleep.

If Elvis had been an uncoordinated extraterrestrial...

Hip Hop space bopper
Wants to grow up to be a rapper.

Another look at the twilight zone.

I don't know if it was because of the odd hour at which I arrived,
Or maybe the place is a labor of love which does little business,
But all the empty seats made it easy for me to get pictures of the artwork.