Double Solitaire--Make Their Jaws Drop Contest
On the edge of town, in a painted house, with unclad shades of gray
the north winds claim the somber dawn, on a dismal winter day
The trees bend low and the sun peeks in, as he slowly leaves his bed
Then with rote routine, the coffee perks. Next, he grabs the frozen bread
Four vinyl chairs, Formica clad, a game of solitaire
Before him sits a plate of food, at a table set for one
A cup of cold, a cigarette, and he who sits alone
The room depicts, what might have been, but reeks with wrought despair
Inaudible, just barely heard, he hums a song they knew
He tells her that the coffee's done, and offers her a chair
He shuffles cards, a few for her, and pours a cup of brew
He sips his own, then cuts the deck ........for double solitaire
He takes a puff, then bites the crust, charred taste of toasted bread
For company, she stares at him across the morning's edge,
Her body propped against the wall, beneath the wooden ledge
Her fixed eyes stare, as if surprised... . The one-eyed Jack is red
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