A flashback to a tiny hole in the wall bar...
years ago, in Danville.
It used to be called Patches.
It is long since gone.
I looked for it once
when I was out chasing memories.
The place was basically
a hallway with a long bar down one side
and this postage stamp sized dance floor.
Riding (well holding on, anyway)
a motorcycle with a friend
when a storm blew in.
Best steak dinner I ever ate
and slow dancing together to Ronnie Milsap's
"Lost in the 50's, Tonight"
Still slightly damp
from the soaking we got in the rain.
Him, smelling a lot like leather and cigarettes.
My long hair a tangle beneath his hand.
It has been a lot of years
but I still have the smile
he gave me
that night.
years ago, in Danville.
It used to be called Patches.
It is long since gone.
I looked for it once
when I was out chasing memories.
The place was basically
a hallway with a long bar down one side
and this postage stamp sized dance floor.
Riding (well holding on, anyway)
a motorcycle with a friend
when a storm blew in.
Best steak dinner I ever ate
and slow dancing together to Ronnie Milsap's
"Lost in the 50's, Tonight"
Still slightly damp
from the soaking we got in the rain.
Him, smelling a lot like leather and cigarettes.
My long hair a tangle beneath his hand.
It has been a lot of years
but I still have the smile
he gave me
that night.