a long empty old brown building
brick by brick hitting the ground
swirling dust rising up in clouds
twirling around then settling down once again
or being carried away by the prevailing west wind
that blows in county fairs and swimming pools in summer
fireflies and cherry snow cones
end of summer/back to school depression
it’s last incarnation was a dance club/sports bar slash entertainment venue
hosting bands on their nostalgia tours and their last legs
maybe one out of five an actual member...maybe
before that it was a discotheque
when that kind of thing was the latest fashion
tight designer jeans and spinning silver globes, bee gees comin’ at ya
I remember it fondly as an old style bowling alley
where the ball rolled back to you above ground
above the dirty oily lanes which coated your fingers
an old fashioned pencil and paper to keep score
even before that I’m told it was a drug store
where kids went to buy buddy holly, chubby checker and early beatles 45’s
while their parents bought newspapers about ike and jfk
had their prescriptions filled by old dr. ridge (he’s gone now)
now it’s all in a abstract pile
gray cement blocks, twisted pieces of metal, broken red blocks
sitting across the street on the front steps
of my old high school girlfriend’s house on a hill
we met in some class, don’t remember what it was
I stole seven dollars off the teachers desk one day
(he was an ass)
now I’m up high up on her hill taking it all in
progress destroys history once more
