Saturday, May 4, 2019

Friendly and tipsy, worn and hip

Walking along a mostly deserted P-town street,
we came across a faded, disheveled bar,
a flashback abode to my unruly youth

As we passed, the woman (pictured below),
appeared from the bar, crossed the street
to invite us in because, she said,
we looked like old hippies

The floor sagged, the tables tipped
at strange angles, the juke box blared
60’s music.The patrons fit right in:
friendly and tipsy, worn and hip –

just like us  

Provincetown 4/29/19