Mood Indigo Blue serenades the social scene as quiet coffins sleeps, <br /> A family like atmosphere of chatter and chuckles, from friday <br /> through sunday...and sometimes in mid-week, meetings are held at Rhue's place. Clinking glasses of Crown Royal, Hennessy and Rum, to <br /> smokeless cigars, and snapping suspenders...stomp on heels of <br /> winged tipped toes in hearty good laughter, is what you'll find at Rhue's Place. <br /> The acoustical synthesizer bounces against the wall as Anita <br /> thrills the soul to sultry ballads round midnight. Then body in motion <br /> tapering down to Rhapsody In Blue in deep mellow bass, while the baritone mimics the strumming guitar <br /> into early dawn, is what you'll hear at Rhue's place. <br /> Serenity discreetly huddles in softly lighted corners, but, in casual form A touch of class, an evening of enchantment is what you will have at Rhue's Place. <br /> Fathers, sons, husbands, friends, distinguished guests, and visitors from out of town <br /> pack the bar stools and crimson lighted lounge. <br /> No ill fitted dress, nor foul language allowed, <br /> is what you will see posted outside of the 40 Men Club. So as bodies do slumber into eternal rest off into the other <br /> wing...is what you will view in a very fine, quaint <br /> establishment when you come down to Rhue's Place.<br /><br />Amelia A. Allen-Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rhue-s-place/
