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At the Great American Food & Beverage Company

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At the Great American Food & Beverage Co., Wilshire at Sixth (1979)

Joe’s behind the keys
Doug, Lisa and I singing backup until
others join the fray, Carolyn on cabasa

This restaurant is like nothing ever
Ever
EVER

Smells mingle and linger
Rib sauce, beer, whipped cream
Sweat and hot chocolate

Sounds bounce and dervish
Music: Tambourines, guitars,
ivories, voices of every color and timbre

It’s late, so Jamie takes to the piano
“Heartbreak City” in the key of frenetic
Climbing on tables, raising hell, crazed

Chuck on “Takin’ It To The Streets”
We gather around him, the army of
musicial pacifists, guitars the only weapons

No mics, just naked acoustics, so I have to
wait for a lull and take the piano with great
intention to render “Skylark” as it should be

People wait for hours outside
Munching veggie trays, waiting for
two hours just to get in

The floorboards harbor stories
of naked piano players, cooks banging
fudge pots, making fun of musicians

Of after-hours massage lines, practical
jokes magic serving starving
The life of a singing waiter or host

Poppy stops in, baby River bops in his arms
He laughs when he smells the Divine Weed
wafting from the kitchen

Enrique the dishwasher knows three words
in English: “E-spread ‘em, babeeee!”
Kitchen staff schooling him

Late nights playing pinball for free
Greggie found the key and we laugh and
drink and sing the old songs, it’s quiet now

Lights out, don’t have to go home
but ya can’t stay here…
Farewell, my youth, my touchstone

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads’ Fireblossom wanted poems about a specific place. How about a specific place and time, with specific people? For those of you who never experienced the Great American Food & Beverage Co. in Santa Monica in the 70s, this is only a taste of the wild, wickedly fun, wantonness that was the G.A. A place that holds me fixed in time and space, a place where I went from girl to woman – and from beer to beyond. Peace, Amy


Filed under: Music, POETRY, Singers, Writing Tagged: Amy: The Lost Years, GAF&B, Marijuana, Musicians, Real Toads, Singers, Singing Waitstaff, The 70s, Time and Place, Youth

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