The Horse Corral in the old Rialto Theater

Written
2010

 The Horse Corral in the old Rialto Theater

About Friday morning      

       we started to think

       about the Saturday movies.

That was our day for

       the old Rialto Theater.

With our dime allowance

       we could see a great cowboy

       double feature

       and serial.

Every Saturday each battered seat

         was filled with

         an anticipating young boy.

The theater had a memorial smell.

It was not as bad as the Isis

       that was there before the Rialto.

There they put two boys

       in each seat.

There were lots of theories

       about the source

       of the Saturday scent;

       most were wrong.

It was true that Depression diet

        made lots of garlic necessary.

But the smell was more than seasoning.

It was Saturday afternoon and

       bath night was just hours away.

The bib overalls were

        due for a Monday wash.

Boy and overalls were ripe and ready.

The Strand was cleaner and a dime also

       but there the features

        were gangster movies

        and the detectives had

        girl friends instead of horses.

Myrna Loy came later in my life.

But then it was Trigger and Roy,

       Hopalong and Topper,

       Tom and Tony,

       Gene  and Champion,

       Tex and White Flash,

       Gabby Hayes and Calico

       and even old Smiley Burnett

       and that old swayback Ringeye.

And when Ken Maynard said goodbye

       and rode old Tarzan

       into the sunset,

       that’s the way it was supposed to be.

We were barely able to take

 Buttermilk because of Dale

        but Trigger liked the pretty filly.

Then came the serial,

        week after week

        we got to see Silver and Scout

        somehow rescue

        the masked man and his sidekick.

Stay for the teasers

       and more if you felt

       rather risky about

       getting home late.

I have not seen a movie for ages.

And if I did I would forget it

       before I got out the door.

I suspect there are only

        so many movies in each of us

        and I used my quota

       in the old Rialto Theater.

Doug Minnis

January 29,2010

 

 

Notes
This poem had its birth at a table at a emeriti luncheon when we started to play the memory game of cowboys and their horses. It ended by the challenging request for a poem about man and beast. So here it is.