It looms, huge on Rockville Road
between swaying eucalyptus
and darkening fields,
unexpected hulk
of a ruined past.
In better days
girls danced and liquor poured
through its open doors
free as the western wind.
“Hold on tight, boy,
or it’ll knock you over!”
Back then it was “Bandana Lou’s”
disreputable,
speak-
easy,
fun.
When the wind drops
you can still hear them laughing
through the easy chatter
of honky-tonk.
(23 July 2011)
(23 July 2011)
