Speakeasy

In the basement
a distinctive scent
tobacco filled room
whiskey and perfume
the music rhythmic
dance cataclysmic
glasses that buzz
that’s what
whiskey does.
This magic space,
another time and place
bold moves, brass horns
fading rose among thorns.
Here’s to you, 23 skidoo…
in prohibition too
the moonshine
and fine time
tommy guns
everybody runs
while sirens raid
the music played.

© Literary Remains

11 thoughts on “Speakeasy

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s