Leaving those lines for a moment and turning to the final six lines:
Guitars glued up above remain unstrummed
And loud music from loudspeakers dominates
Our thoughts and conversation. ------
But here is hot Mexico ... we can forget
Outside the cold November night is wet
The end of line 3 seems obvious and helps me to create line 4:
Our thoughts and conversation. On our plates
And then a rhyme with unstrummed comes to mind too. I grab it while it's there:
Taste buds hum.
Time to put all this together....