The Web Poetry Corner - Thomas Michael McDade - The Door
The Door
by
Thomas Michael McDade
The adult day care
center used to be
the Canopy Club
and some recall
romances
with the place.
Still hearing
saxophones’
familiar riffs
they taste
the tension
as a bouncer’s
flashlight shines
across an ID
as fake as
they all seem now.
And with no hint
of the old
protesting, they
escort themselves
to the door
they’d love
to exit and slam.
Oh, for those nights
they prayed it would
never shut behind them!