A place that can’t exist again (a poem)

Inspired in part by 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)