24 May, 2010

Saloon Sally

Two old dingy doors
swing back and forth
creak
creak
creak

The sunlight is stabbed with sound.

Vultures or some other fowl
forecast the news
extra
extra
extra

Omens fly over a dusty saloon.

Entering, the stillness is broken
by whiskey being poured
glug
glug
glug

The pianola tinkers on.

Someone is cheating
and when I find out
bang
bang
bang

You’re not invited here anymore.

Stylish fellows overthrow
hearts of women
swoon
swoon
swoon

What are you, yeller?

The dust settles as the
sun drones on
blah
blah
blah

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