301

The old gambler

Lived in a small pool cabana

At a rundown motel

On Miami Beach

One evening

We drank several beers

Eat his homemade potato salad and kielbasa on the grill

When it was time for me to leave

Never again would we meet

The old gambler said:

“Save some of your coins so you do not end up broke like me”

288

Coming into the Hermit’s library

Wife

Said

“I cannot take it any longer”

“I need to dust this place”

Armed

With a box full of dusters

We cleaned a few shelves of books

Then

She

 Started sneezing

And

Needed to take a break

Saved

By an allergy attack

Until

Next time

285

The flourishing 90’s

The good life

Would not end soon

Dollars

Scooped up with a gigantic dustpan and broom

Swinging back and forth

Moving mountains of hay with a pitchfork

Shifting sand

Globalization

Moved across the land

Jobs have disappeared

Elites

Now offer peasants

Handkerchiefs

To wipe away the tears

209

Late night

Walking cobbled streets of Prague

Had one too many pilsners

Met a street performer

On the corner

Done for the night playing his violin

After an hour of shooting the breeze

I asked my new friend

Why is it that you are so at ease?

He replied:

“I play for spare change

 I’m the only one who needs to be pleased

Some people call me lazy and completely crazy

But

Too much ambition would no longer be fun being a musician

I accept who I am

No need to try to be on top of the highest mountain”

203

Grabs everything she can

Does not need a permanent man

Prowls clubs along the beach

                              Fuck                              

Shower

Brush teeth

Walks out the door

While her lover sleeps

Next Weekend

Repeat