The floors, the walls, the air Was sticky? You walked in, across the axminster tongue Which was rough as a cat’s, Sat at the bar and felt Like you were putting your hand down the back Of your smoker aunt’s couch? The walls were filmy, some old kitchen With no exhaust fan The trackmark watermarks… Continue reading remember when this bar was sticky?
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