Summer 1992 • Vol. XIV No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 1992 |

The Last Indian Bar in Spokane

next to the porno shop on Second Avenue, promised to stay open until dawn the last night it was open. The jukebox played Country & Western because "Indians make the best cowboys." Every time someone finished a beer, he threw the empty across the room, above Lester FallsApart two-stepping with Suzy Boyd. In those moments between a glass thrown and a glass shattering against the corner, promises were everything held tight in the fists: dollar bills, beer bottles hips, all meant the same thing at dawn. The skins rolled out, stopping early traffic, fancydancing to car horns and "Get your asses off the road" it was six in the morning it was the last call for anything.

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