A poem about a poetry reading I did at The Rusty Nail, in Flint, Michigan, in The 1980’s. The 80’s were a time of severe economic collapse for Flint. The Rusty Nail is no longer in business.

The years have been cruel. This cannot be my image I see before me…

…My answer to the Triond forum writing challenge round 13, where something is to be written using the words “rusty nail” and “netting”.

For Duff’s writing challenge #13.

The story of a rusty old nail.