[Old Poem. New Photograph]
Pete’s is a place to warm our hands on a snowy afternoon, to wrap our fingers tightly around a thick mug of hot joe that burns the tongue.
Pete’s is a place to find company among the friendless, to nourish a lonely heart with the unspoken words of weary strangers.
Pete’s is a place for derelict souls, for those Denver denizens who feel endlessly lost—even at home surrounded by those we love.
Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2017