The Late 1980’s On These Mean Streets Of The United States of Amerika
The Late 1980’s On These Mean Streets Of The
United States Of Amerika
by Doug Draime
Being in
my late
40’s ( an old
man
in some
people’s
book ) and
homeless,.
watching
my
days
fold
like a bad
poker
hand,
where the
few
chips
left on my
side
of the table
I
pushed
back
into
the game
and
I
let them ride
I
was treading
on
thin ice
and
I
thought
fuck it
I
might
as well
dance
and
I
danced
baby
I
danced
this has a great ending. by default i always enjoy poems about hobos, being a hobo, etc. its always amazing how few steps we are from being homeless ourselves.
yeah, the ending definitely makes this poem dance. what leads up to it is okay too, especially where the days fold like a bad poker hand. been there.
yes! so good.