CLOSING TIME AT THE PUB
The joy, the camaraderie, the smoke.
The great ale, my great friends in Chicago.
Old Town, North Avenue, twas Chicago,1967.
O' Rourke's Pub, where else?
Smoky, filled with excellent, lively,repartage
and boisterous, glorious laughter.
Great friends like Roger Ebert, international
film critic now in heaven.
Or Tom Erickson, who was in Damien II, a
great actor and my boyfriend, too.
Even a future Congressman was one of us!
I see him currently on the House Floor, fume
But when I knew him he was a Black Panther!
Guess he lost his beret on a CTA bus?
Gone, gone,the world is so empty without them.
As silent as a banned, Covid-empty church pew.
Hellers we were, full of vodka, vim and vigor.
Joy and love was our de rigeur!
And of course...tasty, foreign liqueurs.
Second City Imrov Actors joined us, too.
I never dreamed that one day I'd share that stage
with other famed Second City crew.
We were all like close family...
Writers, actors, actresses and patriots, too.
We marched for civil rights and ending
the war in Viet Nam.
But never violent nor did we hurt anyone.
I still have my leather peace symbol~ with
What pride I wore it.
No swearing or hurting did we once do!
Today's marches resemble rabid animals
Escaped from a mental health zoo.
These memories, oh, pressed like sweet roses
in my heart's golden memory book.
Oh, take me back in time, God, I beg you to
have just a peek in that window for one-more
To see the portrait of Brendan Behan,
To hear the bagpipes once again play.
To celebrate New Years Eve when O'Rourkes
Was on that one night, by invitation only.
'Tis no wonder this poetess gets so lonely!
It was indeed one of the many best times of
Whilst many were in bed by nine... playing
husband and wife,
We were discussing news, jokes and life!
Some ended up with their names, on the
Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Such funsters and carousers, we.
Our goal: to celebrate life with vigorous hilarity.
News was not told by high paid TV liars.
My old friends who were truthful writers,
Whom I so admired.
Today my life..silent as a small dinner bell.
My new friends? Poetry Soup.
From the wild life...totally retired.
But..if I could turn back the hands of time,
I would go back to glory days, on a dime!
August 10, 2020