Persona del tren #1

pimp strut crackerjack
carmel sweet coat
tied up tabasco red
w/a pool stick in pieces
leathered out on his back.
step. up. step. up.
carrying gravity proudly on his head.
no smiles smack
wide on his face
filled w/lines of pool chalk dust.
step. step. up.
step. up. up.
waiting. just waiting.
to go home
and deal w/ his
creditor choker
and his
chump change job
that makes him
hang up his pimpstrut
next to his raincoat and umbrella
and walk witha slump slump hump
of frowned fantasy
waiting to shoot the eight ball
over the nine ball and into the side pocket
he takes the night train to
dream dreams
that would make any man
sing the blues purple red brown black.

11/8/96;12/6/96; 8/18/98
©Robert Karimi

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