Ghost Town Night Out Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Ghost town night out.
I was passing through this town one night.
No street lights Were on they were old.
The old bar doors was open
I heard a sound of music from inside.
But as I walk to the steps, I could see nothing inside.
When I walked through the door to my surprise.
There was a bar full of glasses all half full.
But nothing was there.
The sound of music coming from the corner.
The old piano was just a playing. With no one at the keys.
The stairs were all but broke.
But suddenly I almost had a stroke.
The curtain on the stage it began to rise.
I heard voice but could not see anyone at all
This was so funny because the sign out side
Read ghost town night out.