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

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, [...]