In its heyday much of the city, to include its red light district was located under the street.
The glass block sidewalk gives off a glow,
to light up the secrets hidden below.
Wet your whistle at the Eagle Saloon,
as the piano plays a Scott Joplin tune.
Way in the back the poker game’s on,
they’ll still be there well after dawn.
The cowboys and Indians are a helluva sight,
the railroaders mostly just wanna fight.
The beer, the wine, and the liquor flows,
where it comes from nobody knows.
They hardly noticed when the country went dry,
the Bootlegger Trail might tell you why.
Behind the green door, one can find love,
a moment of passion with one soiled dove.
Shorty Young has his office in back,
the money from sin puts him in black.
The undertaker and lawyer are there,
the final accounts hafta be square.
The baker and butcher show of their wares,
the barber shop is under the stairs.
A fortune cookie from the Wonton place,
foretells the fate that you must face.
It’s all in Havre, under the street,
I will admit, that it’s kinda neat.
Ain’t nuthin’ like this whatchamacall,
it’s America’s first underground mall.
LDT August 29, ’25
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