tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391519079875257424.post8146597664098243142..comments2023-10-31T06:17:42.228-04:00Comments on Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland: poem of the day 06.24.11John Grochalskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150630637644393375noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391519079875257424.post-31279540001529765632011-06-27T23:02:08.372-04:002011-06-27T23:02:08.372-04:00Vacant lots and spanish bars. Everyone scattered t...Vacant lots and spanish bars. Everyone scattered to who knows where. <br />Everytime I come here, I leave with my memory banks going full blast. So many of your poems cut directly to a memory that is very similar. A different place and a different time, but the bars smelled the same.Pat Tilletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17699973774273291205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391519079875257424.post-73578112611317435882011-06-24T13:53:42.315-04:002011-06-24T13:53:42.315-04:00Walter...yeah...Mooney's went down
last month....Walter...yeah...Mooney's went down<br />last month. currently taking up a bar stool at JJ Bubbles.John Grochalskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13150630637644393375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391519079875257424.post-91606841124555855112011-06-24T08:48:26.553-04:002011-06-24T08:48:26.553-04:00death of another neighborhood bar on the streets o...death of another neighborhood bar on the streets of my youth - I know Ivan, might even have been him. - Great one John, there are still a few left, find one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com