Inspired in part by
a New York Times an NPR story about Chris Stein’s photography…
We were never there, were we?
Sure, we saw the photos
all black-and-white and grainy
The sneer on his face
the reflections in her shades
ripped jeans and back-alley brick walls
Spiky hair and leather
the wild-eyed stare outside the club
you know, the one that closed down years ago
We will never go there, will we?
There’s just no way to go back
to a place that can’t exist again
(7 January 2015)