The main drag,
MacArthur Highway
through Balibago.
A steamy, noisy,
symphony of light
and action.
Angeles KFC, where
the legs and thighs
weren't always only
on the inside, but were
always original recipe.
A hot night
cruising a housing
subdivision, never
knew if you'd get
shot up . . . or
shot down.
"Hey GI, where
you go tonight?"
Sooner or later
you'd end up
in a friendly
watering hole.
Sometimes it
was a laid back
piano bar with
soft jazz.
Sometimes it was a cool blue
green dream.
But most times, it
was hot and loud,
and the joint
rocked baby!