Haunted ClubHouse

Up the spiral staircase
back there behind the bar
you’ll find an erie hall
of dry, crumbling decay.

Until just recently
tenants used to live here
in warn-out empty rooms
where Mark Twain used to play.

Through years of misfortune
these tired walls lost youth,
Walls which once sang of life
now creak and groan with age.

Tour guides; they speak of ghosts,
phenomenon they’ve seen,
but tours of fantasy
just fund remodeling.


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