Run fingertips across the felt.
Rest a drink on sign duct taped to the rail
explicitly stating it cannot be done.
Give a wink to the bartender
shooting pool with you because
he has nothing better to do
on a Tuesday
and sink
the eight ball
in your pocket a little deeper
when you miss.
Consolation prizes payable
for a tab bigger than your wallet
will be accepted at stall #3
under florescents and drop ceiling.
In the mean time
game two's start after that flat out point blank scratch
is payable now.
The pack beside the bag is still rattling good.
The lighter ready. The ash tray
gone chummy with the glass of ice and stirrer beside her.
