the door is ajar. the posters are ajar. the shadows are ajar.
the pipes are looking. the posters are looking.
the walls are painted. the camera is ajar. The forties are ajar.
the shadows of the pipes are ajar. creak.
Colorful posters are pinned up high,
Big bands and singers catch the eye.
The door is open, hear poets sing,
Paper ads date everything.
Glue and tears and faded grace,
Music lingers in this place.
Be wise. Don't miss it.
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