Taking In the Sun On at the Copperqueen Hotel, Waiting on the Patio for Abby and Justin to Take the Copper Mine Tour
The patio smells of rust and lemonade. History sits nearby, pretending it’s on vacation. I check my watch, then accuse it of exaggeration. Below the hill, copper veins run out. Here, time does not. I will stand when they appear, smile at the right moment, and call this interval nothing, though it has said quite a lot.
He Plays To His Shadow (Afternoon Drinks On the Copper Queen Saloon Balcony) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
On A Bisbee Afternoon
he plays to his shadow devotedly on his violin nobody listens love torturing itself to rise above conversations lost in discontent limits of self-expression a saloon window reflection
there is no tragedy on the Queen’s saloon balcony the smell of lavender lingers from the ghosts of the hotel whores who are not indifferent listening to classical strings becoming a delightful moan
‘Drove My Chevy To The Levee’ (Bisbee, May 18, 2012) — Image by kenne
I started singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die”
