Rustic Restaurant Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rustic Restaurant



Walking the planks of a rustic western bar and
restaurant, dim lights shining on the wood,
showing me the way to the dance floor.
As I walk, noticing the light reflecting off of
each separate plank set upon the floor.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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