South DaCola

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

The Last New Year’s Eve at the Pomp Room

Did you come for the burning,

or only to smell the highly amped guitars:

a crackle, some quavers,

sweat under the stage lights?

Torment yourself no longer.

Breathe deep and shake that ass free form,

to hell with the beat and booze.

And at 2 AM zoom your motor

for those that want to take you,

for those more lonesome than the hobo.

Charles Luden • 12-11-98 & 1-13-99 at Champps & E. 10th Hardee’s

Note: This took place Dec 31, 1998.  I studied the place for years prior to this night: the music, the people, the rum and Cokes.  This was written in two sessions, distilling the Pomp Room’s last night.

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