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:
<< Home
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!
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!
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.
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.
# posted by 
: 10:31 AM
: 10:31 AM
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!
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!
# posted by : 11:20 AM
: 11:20 AM
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.
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.
# posted by : 8:42 PM
: 8:42 PM
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.
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.
# posted by : 9:17 PM
: 9:17 PM
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.
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.
# posted by : 9:26 AM
: 9:26 AM
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.
Post a Comment
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.
# posted by : 9:48 PM
: 9:48 PM << Home
