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.
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