Low lights and varnished wood
places in memory, now long gone
Tables looking like they might be sticky
ashtrays emptied, stale tobacco air
Places of memory, folded and
put away in corners of my mind
bars by lakes, downtown smalltown
beers and jukes
shots and bar puddles
laughter and hair
bell bottomed floors.
Simple, to the point
play pool, talk about fishing
long gone days
leaving me wishing.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
Low lights and varnished wood
places in memory, now long gone
Tables looking like they might be sticky
ashtrays emptied, stale tobacco air
Places of memory, folded and
put away in corners of my mind
bars by lakes, downtown smalltown
beers and jukes
shots and bar puddles
laughter and hair
bell bottomed floors.
Simple, to the point
play pool, talk about fishing
long gone days
leaving me wishing.
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