Bat Doors
I sat outside the saloon on a bench
just watching the rain muddy the dirt street.
I was in for wet feet or a long wait.
I played my Jew’s Harp with a twanging beat.
My horse waited across the muddy road
tethered in front of Slates Emporium’s Stores
where I’d bought a couple of choice cigars
before having that drink behind bat doors.
6-16-18
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2018
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