Heading to the saloon

well fight or f23k

nothing changes

except the calendar

we enter

we see old friend’s and new face’s

the smell of stale beer and cig smoke is

the first thing we notice

looking for a seat in the rear

we walk past the restroom

to the smell of urine

men playing dart’s and shooting pool

for a dollar or beer a game

old timer’s telling story’s of yester year

women double checking hair and make-up

the band begins to play

couples dancing to the sound’s

midnight hour grow’s near

fight’s break out we head outside

to have a cig and a joint

folk’s rushing in and out with carry out

dancing and the band shut down

men and women go looking for

love or prey.




I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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