Pool Hall

Balls crash together,
bounce from corner to corner.
Bets placed one by one.

keeper yells last call,
smell of cheap smokes and stale beer.
what hustlers like here.

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Robert Johnson

June 6, 2011 at 12:02 PM

Hustlers like a sucker that they can lick all day. Some poor shmuck on friday night that they can drain of pay. Stale beer and cheap cigars just really turn me off. Who would want to live like that and end up with a nasty cough? Don't mind me, I'm just inspired. And now this ranting is retired.

Poet Destroyer A

June 5, 2011 at 4:14 PM

Cory, here again.. You see I just looked and boy, you have lots of great titles.. But, i'll be back... i think pool is not my think... the balls for some reason never go in...lol.. i'm a lousy shooter... yup you got that right about them hustlers.... thank you Cory, for sharing your wonderful poetry, i'm still having fun reading and catching up on my the poets and all the talent here on the soup. Take care,..p.d