I’d never been so comfortably drunk
Tom’s old 1 story house
With the inside open-flow past
Posts holding up the
Low ceiling
Juke box with James Taylor
And Miles Davis
Eternally 1973
Children from the old neighborhood
Down from leafy suburbs
Sitting In familial groups
Beer and humidity
Menthol cigarets
A hamburger basket with those sliced pickles -Years later
I’m reading the Detroit Free Press
On the Woodward LTD
Going past 7 Mile in the sleet
I read of the death of Tom’s
People tore open the building
With crowbars and cleaned it out.
It feels bad
The death of something good
Every time.
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