Ramble
Sweat sticky between
eyebrows, deuces
wild
Like his eyes, those
lonesome dove eyes
Prairie eyes, ice
cool despite the
rising heat
Choking heat,
boiling on a frying
pan
Round and round
those tables, red
and black
Elbows and anger,
shiny greasy metal,
Gin bellows and city
screams
Down home blood
lust, home cooked
greed
Stuffing that money
into his collar
With two black eyes
and a smile
She said
he's a rambler,
pulling the curtain
back
Like a storm
blowing this way and
that
Mary watched
him walk
away,
Her heart
tucked into the
pocket of his white
shirt
That gleam
in his eye, mama
says,
That like a
snake,
sidewinder,
Bound snatch
a man's wallet and
warm a girl's
blood
Though, she
smiled, old and sad,
He gotta debt to
pay
So you stay
clear of the
streets, stay
clear
Of that
trick fool
Copper
shined up like
gold
*
Mr. ramble
man,
Shot down
today,
They buried
him with a blood
bouquet
*
The cold
wind blew out of
Rotgut
town,
But won't
be long, they
say,
before
another diamond
eyed, lonely
soul
Will come
put his chips on the
table
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2014
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