Railway Club
A secret hub
of cowboy hats
and wildish cats
and rat a tat tats on the drums.
Beer belching,
Thirst quenching,
Golden pints and rum.
Each bluesy beat,
from head to feet,
vibrating through my veins.
A choo choo train,
Vancouver rain,
Rhythms rattling
window panes.
Thumping Floor
Whistling war.
The set is over?
We want more!
Ripped jeans,
Saucy scene.
Dripping lager,
Laughter, and after,
lips licking,
smiles sticking
Boxcars and base,
and that look upon your face,
transport me to a place,
-a wide open space.
where only our dreams
are left to chase.
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