By KH

Music halls with

walls dripping history

and wallpaper equally

music to move you

music within touch

sometimes too close

as the slide moves the crowd,

Rainsoaked and waiting

outside the Inn

while the Innkeeper waits

dry within,

A town shut down

holding their breath as

they watch dreams played out

on a far away field,

Four poster comfort

warmth, adventure

high above the floor

bring your own ropes,

Dive bars and grills and

laundromats with

tables, chairs, and patrons

aged, preserved and fixed in place with

musicians passing through

creating set lists on the fly

acknowledging those better at their craft,

A town shut down

or nearly so

as they avoid the unseasonable

cold,

Searching for items lost

in vain but adventure nonetheless,

Gay bars with fresh coffee and

two pounds of sugar

musicals on the TV

ornaments bouncing off fans,

Hole in the wall restaurants with

new to town servers joining the table and

androgynous servers who didn’t and

solo servers easing through the day,

A meal as much worn

as eaten,

A restaurant with tablecloths

rich wood finishes and a

fortune teller like greeter

is she real or is she Madame Tussauds,

Shops with

shopkeepers in no rush

sharing their day

sharing their knowledge

be it books, bdsm, hats, art, or junk.

Looking towards the next

adventure of exploration and wonder

whatever it may be.