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a poem by Garrett Chapman

Ghosts of a Glorious Past

Historic downtown streets, littered with the hip & young
Surrounded by mixed race ghettos, grandfathered in
From the before time
Prohibition cellar secrets & upstairs brothel rooms
Quiet and unused
Sounds of ancient jazz echo from the bricks they haunt
Smoke stained ceilings with stories long forgotten
Imported mahogany bars, still rich with laughter and lust
Initials carved carefully in feeble attempts
at immortality...
Specters of the era's dance the dance of death
Awaiting those next in line
To cut in.

© by Garrett Chapman

Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #30 ~ April 2014