Richard Schnap- A Poem

ACROSS THE STREET

Once it was a travel agency
That handed out free brochures
Of wonders the laid-off would dream of

Then it was a video store
With a private room in the back
Where lonely men rented prefab love

Next it was a pizza shop
A place of refuge for the disabled
Drinking beer till they wanted nothing

Now it’s an empty cavern
Haunted by the ghosts that made it
A haven where they could blissfully forget