12 Bar Blues

I came to PFD well after this thread but hail from the same epoch and will throw out this homage to my Calgary local.


The Highlander

That year, they lowered the age to 18.
I was a big lad, and never asked for ID
although lad was a word we would only
use in a bar whose logo was a man
with bagpipes in a kilt.

Some schoolmates had a band
we followed and when they played
there it was like a high school reunion
without the nerds (present company excepted).
A mix of late 60’s/70’s country rock covers
Sweetheart of the Rodeo era Byrds,
New Riders of the Purple Sage
but sometimes Paul would throw
in a banjo raga just for fun.

They drew some hot chicks,
I never did get lucky there,
but did get to third base once
taking a young coed home after
our sociology prof held the last
class of the term there.

But mostly it was just beer and pot
with friends, old and new friends
slurred lyrics and ridiculous arguments,
Steve would always play devil’s
advocate just to piss me off.

On Wednesdays we played pick-up
hockey at a local arena and the first
to the bar wold order the table covered
with beer glasses to beat last call.

Those days draft was served in
10 oz glasses filled to the line.
We stocked our student hovels
with those glasses and our
overcoat pockets would clink as we
shambled home after a top up visit.
 
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The Highlander

That year, they lowered the age to 18.
Good poem, Piscator. At least, it resonated with me, not in all the details (pick-up hockey? um, no) but in the general spirit.

And, oh yeah. The Sweetheart of the Rodeo Byrds.

I know, I know, that's McGuinn singing. But he's doing his best to sound like Gram.

RIP, Gram Parsons.
 
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