at the nudie bar...
Matt Robinson
the 3 of us get out
of the car
and walk up to,
into,
this movie;
leave the parked neon, (no harley), in the lot.
we’re (on a) set, this soundstage-
all decked out.
complete with mirrors and metallic pole.
biker bar background,
80’s hard rock-
(van halen)
as i’m inhaling this
smoke machine atmosphere.
“hot nuts for a quarter,”
notes a sign in the corner.
and this w(hole) place is cloaked
only in irony.
she’s done. then
some guy with windex
wipes down mirrors
and
we can see ourselves.
