The Last Indian Bar in Spokane
next to the porno shop
on Second Avenue, promised
to stay open until dawn
the last night it was open.
The jukebox played
Country & Western because
"Indians make the best cowboys."
Every time someone finished
a beer, he threw the empty across
the room, above Lester FallsApart
two-stepping with Suzy Boyd.
In those moments between
a glass thrown and a glass
shattering against the corner, promises
were everything
held tight in the fists:
dollar bills, beer bottles
hips, all meant the same thing
at dawn. The Skins rolled
out, stopped early
traffic. Fancydancing to car horns
and "Get your asses off the road."
it was six in the morning
it was the last call for anything.
Sherman Alexie............from Old Shirts & New Skins
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