1974

A winter sky darkens above Belchertown;
Regulars gather at Charlie's Bar & Grill.
"I Fall To Pieces" plays on the old jukebox
Beside the grudge-handled cigarette machine.

 

Regulars gather at Charlie's Bar & Grill:
There's a faint smell of sawdust and spent dreams.
Beside the grudge-handled cigarette machine,
A grit-voiced redhead staggers from cheap gin.

 

There's a faint smell of sawdust and spent dreams:
Five or six local boys get high out back.
A grit-voiced redhead staggers from cheap gin:
-- Who's gonna buy the lady another drink?

 

Five or six local boys get high out back:
Money is scarce and jobs are hard to come by.
-- Who's gonna buy the lady another drink?
-- Larry, that's Butch's kid, his wife just left him ...

 

Money is scarce and jobs are hard to come by:
"I Fall To Pieces" plays on the old jukebox.
-- Larry, that's Butch's kid, his wife just left him ...
A winter sky darkens above Belchertown.





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Written on 2022-05-01 at 10:00

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I concur with 1LFD, and add that the atmosphere you create hits all the senses and sensibilities.
2022-05-01


1LFD
Applause.
'nuf said x
2022-05-01

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