Reminiscing, a poem for today, Dad and me

I went with my dad

I went with my dad, I was very young

Only Dad and me, just the two of us 

We sat at a booth there by the window

Patched sidewalk outside, thought nothing of it 

Now I'd like to peek, in from that sidewalk

Seeing what went on back then in that place

Ladies serving drinks, think root beer for us

Men and boys no girls that I remember   

Were we joined by some or sit there alone

Who else was in that room, smoky front room 

Did we eat as well, a sandwich would do

Baloney and cheese, could be liverwurst 

Wonder what was said, to us and we to them

Not one word do I remember hearing 

Surely I didn't  talk, a boy of six

I suppose that was my age or lower 

Whatever happened there in that old house

Does it happen still, some new endeavor 

We will never know answers to these thoughts

Walk down the sidewalk, peek, it's dark inside
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Photo and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved  
Notes and photos: 
 - I'm linked with Isadora Gruye at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads;
 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/writing-unseen.html
 - Izzy wants us for this Out of Standard Challenge to write a poem about something (we) can’t see fully.
 - I found this old house while in Washington, D.C, walking from the downtown area over to George Washington University.  It is older than the Civil War but I'm not sure now how old it is.

 - For sure we did stop for a drink in an old Main Street Café in Herman, Nebraska.  I didn't remember much and not even as much as I've told here.  The building has burned.

This is what is left of the building. For a non-poetic real truth version of my visit with Dad please see this previous post: http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-first-my-first-drink-in-public.html