Speakeasy


Wednesday prompt: Write a password poem


Just once before I die
I’d like to saunter
head swaying side to side
subtle and stylish of course
through sunken alleyways
up to a heavy wooden door
worn from use and age
with a bullet hole or two
and knock raprap rap rap rap
until a large tattooed man
missing some teeth and hair
grunts approvingly
through a small opening
before the door creaks open
to grant me safe passage.

What do you think?

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