plutonic mind: RAGTIME #1/13

In the wild, wild West saloon, where time's a friend,
Drink, play, listen, let ragtime suspend.
Raise your glass high, savor each sip,
As piano keys tap, a rhythmic grip.
With every chord struck, a tale unfurls,
In this timeless haven, where joy swirls.
Embrace the spirit, let worries be gone,
In the wild, wild West saloon, where memories are born.