Haunt for Me

Art met rock in nineties; servers gave pastries to the unhoused.
Pastry revolt quelled—now part of a local food empire.
Dark roast still holds depth, but lacks the wild shots of old days.
Black walls, red neon glow—nineties fame, roastery hums again.
Between two legends—rock venue left, tavern whispers to the right.
Newcomers gather here, drawn to grit and grace in city’s heart.
Unhoused man eats lunch; laptops glow in quiet congregation.
Server, sweet and dark, plays new wave tunes—gender undefined.