Bora born

A pub in a tin shed _

Contractors of blocks and mortar were there to
culture crush an icon, the local built pub.

A bar one end, bench seats along the rest with
a middled pool table, left no room to move

watch those hand held beers or in your ear pool cues.

Cushion shots meant watch your head dopey, or bench
press into left right broken mexican waves.

It caused active interest in the game unless
you wanted someone's pool cue or rear in your
face, most of them fresh from a hard day's work.

Gina and danny ropeyarn ran the till three
hours each week night not enough time to get drunk.
The nine o'clock rush set up warm flat beer jugs
on once were kegs now outdoor tables under
starlit palms where kids played coconut soccer.

Such a place as this sent to oblivion
with besser block's steal on corrugated iron.
An echo chamber of flouro lit slabbed floors
walled in on a trebled white background, cowall creeks
normalcy reset, history's loss, sorry one.



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©  2nd july 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel

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