The Trouble With Women's Bars in This Town
is that they're all across the street from
the Pepsi Cola Bottling Company or
Joe's Electrical Heating Service or
right next door to the Climax Lounge
where loud women kiss on loud men
right out in front of God & everybody
then stare at you when they realize
you're not going into their bar but
into the "other one."
The trouble with women's bars in this town
is that they're the size of a bathroom
on a Greyhound and you never have a place to sit down
unless you arrive at four in the afternoon
and the drinks keep getting higher
but you don't
The trouble with women's bars in this town
is that you're always running into someone you
can't stand and wouldn't care if you never
saw again in your entire life or
dodging the woman in the corner who likes you
about as much as we all like the telephone company or
taking the risk of being impaled on a cue stick.
The trouble with women's bars in this town
is that you're constantly bumping into the pigs,
faggots, straight couples, drag queens or
a token policewoman who's probably a dyke herself but
wants to haul you in just to prove she's not.
And the trouble with women's bars in this town
is that we think
we don't deserve
anything
better.
