Friday, March 01, 2013

 

Haiku Friday: Best Bar



Last night I got to talk about Guns and Kittens (among other things) at the venerable 331 Club here in Minneapolis-- a great bar with a wonderful crowd, including many of my students.

So what is your favorite bar? It can be actual, virtual, fictional (i.e., the Star Wars Cantina), or whatever. Let's haiku on that!

Here is mine:

Mine? Ye Olde Tap Room,
Half in Grosse Pointe, half Detroit
All of it awesome!

Now it is your turn... make us proud! 5 syllables/7/5, and it doesn't have to rhyme!

Comments:
When in Madrid you
Must go to the Bar DelfĂ­n,
Tapas y vinos.
 
Louie's in Dallas.
a dark and surly bar where
the sportswriters drank.
 
The Last Chance Saloon
GP Girls don't belong here
Cold Bud long necks - ah....
 
The Rusty Spur Bar,Scottsdale,Az


Evilene toted
Margaritas in the dark
While cowboys panted.

She wore a black lace
Blouse cut low and tighter pants
Ronnie sang Hank.

I laid over in
Scottsdale for months.I craved his
Sweet words attention.

Old Mike sat at bar
And gave lonesome advice.
Young Kelland's: "Give in!"

It was a den of sin.
Dear God...let me in!
Rusty Spur beckons!
 
Menger Hotel Bar
In San Antone. Where Teddy
Mustered Rough Riders

Robert Johnson
 
Scruffy Murphy's in
Waco. Cheap drinks. Everything
is dirty. Good friends.

Chuck's in New Orleans.
Open damn near twenty-four
hours the sign read.

Gruene Hall. Some places
just feel like Texas. Lone Star
beer, country music.

Adair's. My parents
loved this bar. I love it too.
Cheap. Small. Smokey. Fun.
 
Before Deep Ellum
First beer on a fake id
Adair's was home
 
George's 1992

Table of knowledge
Willie, Waylon and the boys
Buck fifty Big-O
 
You went there for steak
And take no prisoners drink
The Brunswick.Baked,rare.

I hold no grudge tho
I met Geoffrey there,and went
Home with the Dude...dark!
 
The Air Goddess bar
Eddie Webster's.Hoped I'd meet
A Loose Lady.Yep!
 
Gian-carlo caressed
The keyboard,arpeggios
Ascended my spine.

Ripe persimmon sun,
Walls blood orange,warmed columns
Evening breezed in now.

Campari,per favore
The silk of it clung to my throat
Dandolo.Baci.
 
Cafe Maude all red
All purple.Paintings enter
Our Conversation.

Jazz jumps into booze,
Into spaghetti,eyes,ears.
Our waiter wears it well.

We leave buzzed and full--
Falling into bed the jazz
Jives on our skin.


 
You have to make a book of these. They are too good.
 
The Blue Moon--Seattle

Neon blue air smoked
Innocents drank cheap beer,their
Hair waterfalling.

You knew trouble lurked
Siphoned into sword pool cues
You didn't have chance.

Later on his bike
You roared into the night,scared.
You did it anyway.
 
Three day old baby
My favorite bar would be
Gin, anywhere, now.
 
New favorite bar
After Wilmington visit...
The Goat and Compass
 
She adjusted her
Fishnet seam as door opened
Sadie's Lady's night.

She knew they were at
Work watching her.She pulled up
Slowly.The slow show.

They were bidding.For
Her blonde attention,red lips--
Cause they were high heels.
 
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