This is a sonnet I wrote for my wife many years ago, tossed aside, and recently resurrected, and revised.
The Embassy Theater mentioned is the same one in the snapshots below--it was located at 3rd and Union in Seattle. By the late 70's/early '80's, it was operating as a porn theatre. It closed sometime in the 1980's, and is now an excellent music club--The Triple Door.
The Embassy in the 1930's
And, The Embassy in the later years
Sonnet
By Jack Brummet
It didn't matter where as long as they did.
Even the five dollar a night Glen Hotel
With twelve hours to cling on the ancient springs
Over The Embassy blue movie house.
He watched her fall asleep that rainy night
And he became a friend of the world.
Three years later, he shuffled off the bus
In NYC and threaded himself through
A surging gauntlet of hands and eyes.
He snagged her in a flying bear hug.
She steered him to the southbound IND
Into those incognito years in Brooklyn
Where they learned we don't make love, love makes us.
It didn't matter where as long as they did.
---o0o---
