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.