The Happy Valley
I stayed above the
Shandygaff,
a sports bar
down an alley
off College Avenue,
State College, PA
Penn State.
The happy valley street's
were a nightly
swarm of milling
students.
Masses inebriated
Heels clicking
between Cafe 210,
Zeno's and us.
Downstairs served
one dollar drafts.
Fifty cents on fridays.
I used to go early
before the students,
to sit down by myself
and watch the old
eighties television
set with the bouncers
and early bird stragglers.
"Two please"
I'd order eyeing the
vinyl peeling off
of the worn lite wood
grained bar.
Leaving my red faux
leather cracked silver
stool.
I'd wander away when the
crowds came.
Walk down the alleyway
and disappear into the multitude.
Copyright © Meghan Marshall | Year Posted 2008
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