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LAST CALL IN BUTTE, MONTANA

July 17, 2024 – 12:45 pm

Tonight I rolled into Butte, Montana. Beating the M&M Bar’s last call. Gram Parsons on the jukebox. “Streets of Baltimore.” Mona loved that song And I never done her wrong___ Last week in Bozeman, Montana I woke to an empty bed No sign of Mona. Only a burning egg And a note saying Don’t follow […]

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HITCHHIKING PROHIBITED by Peter Nolan Smith

July 8, 2022 – 12:12 pm

In late-August of 1972 my college friend Ptrov and I were bound for Boston to start our second year of university and we crashed a night with a trio of carpenter gypsies constructing a rest stop on the new interstate through Montana. Bulldozers had churned the dirt highway into a muddy bog for the passing […]

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Last Call In Butte, Montana # 2

July 7, 2022 – 12:35 am

1974 I arrived late in Butte Montana. After driving most of the day 11:45 the bartender shouted ‘Last Call’. as Gram Parsons played on the jukebox. A week ago I walked into the kitchen. A towel wrapped around my waist. No sign of Mona. Only a burning egg. A note said don’t follow her to […]

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GARRISON JUNCTION by Peter Nolan Smith

May 7, 2021 – 1:40 pm

In the late summer of 1972 my college friend and I hitchhiked across across Montana. The interstate was under construction. Ptrov and I got stranded in Garrison Junction for a good reason. Twenty miles farther south was the Montana State Prison. A sign warned motorists about escaped convicts. No one was taking a chance on […]

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LAST CALL IN BUTTE MONTANA – OCT. 1978 – BAD POETRY

April 6, 2021 – 10:36 pm

1974 I arrived late in Butte Montana. The bartender at the Cowboy Bar shouted ‘Last Call’. I ordered a whiskey and a beer chaser. Someone put on Gram Parsons I looked around the bar for my wife A man in Billings said Mona might be here He might have been right then, But tonight he […]

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