i can't remember the first time i went to the blue moon.
i don't mean it that way, but i'm sure there
who do. it was probably 1999, way back when
weed was a crime, the
moon was cash only,
and you could smoke inside.
(everything looks better in hindsight.)
the blue moon's still here but ye olde
dive vibe don't abide; it's gotten nice.
the bartender was a little too tender--
smiling, friendly... one got the feeling
he was toiling late just for the money;
maybe an investor sniffing opportunity.
BAH! the moon is still great but where have all the
embittered barflies gone? priced out? time was you
an antagonistic earful from a crusty fuck who'd
lived it, an angry anti-capitalist
thriving on disappointment who'd trade poems for
beer and come out ahead on the deal.
now it's all very polite and quiet, which is... fine.
it's just a little weird to see it turn into a
church, hushed and reverent. but that was
appropriate for tonight's music. it asked for
space and got it. brad
his moments, rob
lady godiva (ha ha), and dave and lori cast a
drum and cello spell. afterwards, i walked
home with jesse,
the city vague and empty, benign yet menacing like
the geometry of a spider web, mostly nothing but
what there is of it is designed