Remembering the lost city of my dreams — The bar…
the Stud, Polk Street,
San Francisco, 1980,
all those clues, still
didn’t know it
was a gay bar. First day in town…
new job, old friends, straight
to the bar, $3.00 Long Island Ice
Teas in Mason Jars, Strawberry
Schnapps shots $.25, me fresh
from Arkansas… hillbilly blinders
in my head… never knew my
friends…