It seems so long ago, a lifetime or more since I set foot in that place.
Almost as long since I last thought of it as well.
Although my memory was jogged recently with that article about pulling it down.
Was only a small piece tucked away in the mid
section of the newspaper. Been over a year I guess since they wrote it.
now I have to make that sad lonely trek out there this last time.
I promised 'junior' I would spread his ashes amongst the remains or as close as I can.
Junior of course wasn't his real name, was given to him by Jimmy the bartender.
Which was funny in itself as Jimmy was only a few years older.
Johnny Junior we called him or mostly just Junior.
I remember when he crashed through that door was all fresh faced and keen.
Just finished college if my memory serves me.
Well Johnny rushed up to the counter all grins from ear to ear.
Was a hot day if I recall, was about the start of summer as Junior grabbed himself a soda.
Can't remember the exact date 'cepting it was in '31.
Junior was a Notre Dame fan and we was talking about the recent loss of Knute Rockne.
Me and the boys had taken to him from the
start, his fresh faced smile, intelligence and he was respectful.
Always with a thank you or a no sir.
He had himself one of them Architecture degrees from the State University.
Was the only one in our group that had been
to College. I recall many years later when he had himself a position with one of them big city firms.
He was made a partner and on the business card he sent each one of us that was still alive he had written 'Junior' right before partner.
I tell ya I got a chuckle out of that for some time, still got it
somewhere buried in a corner with all of my other dust covered memories.
Well sadly Junior passed last week, went to his memorial and his wake.
Not many there but I guess with the passing of time many have moved on as well.
none of the boys left now, only me.....last man standing.
Jimmy was the first, way back in '44 in some old French town.
We had ourselves a drink for him and then we drank to each and every one of us as we passed on through the years.
Now I fear I am alone.
Had my drink for Johnny and will start my journey tomorrow.
Have my Greyhound ticket and will take Johnny Home.
The Juke Joint held us together back then. We were young and full of life.
Well now all the boys are nearly back together and I feel
I won’t be away too long either. Time to say goodbye to 'junior' and the Juke Joint