Hacienda Blues Poem by Rik Bertrand

In the Old days down in the valley of the Hidden
An old Hacienda thrived, but sadly the patron was smitten.
His maiden left him, and he sort of cracked, then drank himself to hell
And with that, The Hacienda with all its capesinos and gauchos fell.

Years gone by a new patron came, and built a true Hacienda bar,
And the valley drones swarmed the place; they came from near and far.
But damn the times for war did come, and the gringos were all gone,
And the life of the Hacienda bar was dead until the war was won.

I have the Hacienda blues; it hits me when I am all alone
I follow the fate of this tragic bar, a place that some call home.
It's like me in many ways, always looking for fun and laughter,
But when it closes its doors, it bows its head, and dreams of the ever after.

The Hacienda returned with Pride with a Matron behind the bar
It was truly magnificent, the way the place, was returned to its old décor.
When were inside, Love flows through the walls and we all are bound by soul.
But be it known to all, it's the walking out of there that really takes the toll.

Hacienda, you stand on the hill so proud; a symbol of our times,
If I close my eyes I can hear the bells as they play out all their chimes.
Your strength through the bad and good shows spirit and true grit,
And I can feel the presence of the old, when at the bar I do sit.

But the hacienda blues set in, and I see only the regular's dropp by.
We all take are assigned seats, drink Stella, tell jokes, and laugh till we cry.
And you wonder why I have the blues, with all this friendship going on,
Well it's because when I walk out that door, I go back to being alone.