stardust club
up the second story stairs
tight as a button
enter in to hi’s hellos
the walls plastered
with old blues posters
new orleans jazz
on the stereo
player piano in the corner
festooned with speaker cables
a pile of cd’s
atop the phonograph
old man sits sleeping
amongst the guitars
women smoke at the countertops
a glass of sake
glass of beer
down below
it’s ponto-cho
alley
lined in
red &
yellow
lanterns
fish
&
izakaya
.
.
.
over hill and dale 