Beth Ruscio: “Of matchbooks, phone booths and the loss of Nickodells”

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Beth Ruscio’s work has been most recently published in Malpais Review, Spillway, In Posse Review, Poetry Flash, and speechlessthemagazine. Her poems won second place as well as runner- up in Beyond Baroque’s Best Poem Contest last year and this year, her manuscript, Raucous Spell Of Light, was twice selected as a semi-finalist: for the Crab Orchard Series in Poetry First Book Award, as well as for The Perugia Press Prize.

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Of matchbooks, phone booths and the loss of Nickodells

In those days, when somebody famous

yanked open the bar’s side door off Melrose,

spilling a rectangle of sunny rebuke

on us unknowns ripening

in Nickodells’s night-for-day ambience,

we looked up without looking up

slitting our eyes to the light.

We were dark-clothed theater rats

rehearsing all hours in our black box “empty spaces”

on our wage-less farce, our German Expressionism,

all our daylight eaten, not-from-around-here-pale,

funhouse sweaty with thirst to burn,

but seated in a place like Nickodells

in old Hollywood, on the slightly seedy side

down from local television station K-Cal

and spooned by the back lot of Paramount Studios,

in the hierarchy of regulars, we had rank.

We wanted for nothing.

Nickodells, with a name like loose change,

where dream makers on martini lunches

and newscasters like Jerry “from the desert to the sea

to all of Southern California” Dunphy

could tuck into one of the bar’s red leather booths

and dine in the cocktail atmosphere,

where here’s-mud-in-your-eye nobodies

could have a completely appointed experience,

exchanging numbers inside midnight blue matchbooks

that boasted of air-conditioning,

a smoky topaz back-mirrored bar,

Caesar salads tossed tableside,

shoe-string potatoes salty hot,

dark wood, dark corners, fifteen different bourbons—

back when one-upping the famous

automatically conferred class,

when drinking in the daytime

was the mark of a vivid, lush life,

when you could pick up matchbooks

by the handful, next to the cigarette machine

on the way to the phone booth

acting like you had somebody who loved you

dying for a call.

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About the author

Beth Ruscio

Beth Ruscio

Beth Ruscio comes from actors, artists and vaudevillians, has tried her hand at all and as a professional actress, has appeared on many stages and screens. As a poet, she’s a frequent feature appearing most recently at The Secret City in L.A. (reading this poem), Library Girl, The Third Area and Beyond Baroque. Her work’s been most recently published in Malpais Review, Spillway, In Posse Review, Poetry Flash, and speechlessthemagazine. Her poems won second place as well as runner- up in Beyond Baroque’s Best Poem Contest last year and this year, her manuscript, Raucous Spell Of Light, was twice selected as a semi-finalist: for the Crab Orchard Series in Poetry First Book Award, as well as for The Perugia Press Prize. She was previously a recipient of The Patricia Bibby scholarship to Idyllwild Summer Poetry, and in 2007, The Los Angeles Poetry Festival named her a Newer Poet. She is the co-author of the play 1961 Eldorado, with husband Leon Martell, to whom she dedicates this poem.

  • Patricia Scruggs

    Beth, I loved this poem when I first heard you read it, and I love it on the page. Bravo!

    Thank you to Wendy Rainey and Adam for bringing us this poet.

    • Judy Fox

      Thanks for taking us back in time on your remarkable journey…could smell it, see it, breathe the mustiness of the bar and imagine the mix of wonderful faces on those bar stools. Brilliant, Beth! Love xo, Judy

  • Elaine Mintzer

    Whew, Beth, what a journey. From the moment that bar door swung open, I was there.

  • Maggie Gwinn

    The only thing that would make it better is hearing you read it! Brava!