Ode to the Gay Bar I Was Too Chickenshit to Go To
#7 of Poetry
A short poem I wrote at the end of a workday when I was feeling wistful. I don't even usually like going out to bars, but this news hit me harder than I expected. Maybe because it was one less place to be openly queer around here that got to me.
Ode to the Gay Bar I Was Too Chickenshit to Go To
I heard you closed recently
I'd never been, but always told myself
Someday I'll go and see what it's about
Pandemic was given as cause
As pronouncement of death
One more thing the plague took from my small town
I had heard that straight folks would go
And look at all the queers and ruin the mood
What a peculiar feeling then,
To miss being gawked at