Prompt source: Write a poem about something before your time (2012 April PAD Challenge, Poetic Asides, Day 5)
sometime in the mid-70s, it was hard to picture the primitive highway and the stagecoaches pulling up in mud and dust. It was a restaurant by then, but I could feel its age emanating from those old brick walls. On that rainy day, the room was dark, but that just added to the atmosphere. The bricks seemed mossy, moist and cool, but it was difficult to imagine those long-ago travelers sharing our table, grateful to be pausing in their journey twenty miles north of Cincinnati. It didn’t occur to me to watch for ghosts. Instead, I dug into my steak sandwich and french fries and wondered what people ate in those days. Now I live nearby, passing the old roadhouse regularly, and it’s hard to envision what The Twenty-Mile House looked like forty years ago, much less during the 19th century. The brick walls are covered with stucco and painted red. The township is trying to tear the building down and erect a gas station for suburban travelers who need their fuel, their smokes and soda. Please don’t. But if it comes to that, I want a brick as a touchstone, a transmitter to connect me to the lost stagecoach days as well as a rainy Saturday lunch that took place so long ago it seems before my time.
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