the world famous buckhorn bar & grill

 

  1. 25 cent row at the vending machine maybe I’ll pull a Cheeto or maybe hold a single Lay potato chip that crumbles onto the beer soaked Vegas carpet
  2. Dead animals, on the wall and I ask are jack rabbits real, they feel real
  3. dark red buttons smashed into booth full of cowboys in faded Levi’s and pearl snaps
  4. I do homework here on Sunday nights and get up to dance feeling the meat of my thighs clap together while Charlie-the-drunk-Cherokee watches
  5. Bea is losing her hair and swaths of red-orange press into her head held by a plaid clip and she pours my drink strong
  6. I pay my electric bill at the tall stool all the way at the end of the bar pressing “4” on the rotary phone to keep my electric stove heating my water for chicory coffee
  7. I answer the phone “World Famous Buckhorn Bar & Grill and confuse customers who breathe loudly into the phone “Is Matt there?”
  8. Matt Mickelson, infamous local cowboy quoted in Vanity Fair after the murder of gay resident, Mathew Shepard “Now we’re the capital of gay bashing”
  9. foamy beer vomit next to the red booths and sprawled on the Vegas carpets after another failed attempt to seduce a man–I can shotgun a beer but not a wedding
  10. I sneak away to the back to roll my Drum tobacco and take shots of Jamison with the bartender as inwardly frazzled as me
  11. YOU!!! hugs, hugs, hugs.  I am welcome here.
  12. Here I do not write, here I pray for the muses to make this into something meaningful
  13. Sparky, Juby Hearts, Dillon, Colin, JR-so-angry, Page, Jeff, Mattie, Ramsey, Jessie
  14. Can we sleep here?
  15. But its really warm here…
  16. BIKE WRECK!!!!
  17. Trains whistling and shot glasses shaking–this is the Wild West these stories can’t be written
  18. I brought my statistics homework here to figure percentages knowing 100% of the time i will wake up with an Extra Gold on my headboard.  I am ALIVE.
  19. Can I write a check?
  20. World famous and you might not wanna get caught day drinking here in 2006
  21. And here I am.
  22. Caught

“One of the Buckhorn’s wildest moments left its mark in history. 45 years ago, one of the regulars flew into a mad fit of rage when a bartender ignored his advances. In a drunken stupor, he pulled his pistol.  One shot went through the ceiling, another into the alley and his final shot landed in the mirror behind the bar. If you look closely, you can still see the bullet hole to this day.”

 

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