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#1 ·
THE SLOT


Been driving all night
On the road to oblivion
last night I left
No more job
Or dirty apartment
To rent
So I pointed west
and started driving
Trying to forget
My heart is crying
Life is a tough road
For guys like me
Too much time
In the penitentiary

Shaking it off
The sun glints
On the window shield
Hints of where
I am bound
passing endless
corn fields
Up ahead on the horizon
I see a palace of sorts
A casino or hotel
A heaven
not hell
I drive up
a beat up mess
met by a valet
at the entrance
to this place
He says
“Welcome to the Slot “
And “have a good time”

I’m thinking
that’ll be tough
I don’t have a dime
So I enter the doors
where the doorman awaits
he nods and smiles
As I enter
this wonderful place
I wander around
taking it all in
Wondering when
My welcome wears thin
and lost again
I find a bar
a familiar home
For a drowning
and reality postponed
There were others sitting
in the dark of day
I thought and wondered
what were their stories
And what brought
them here today?
A sultry older woman
caught my eye
She was watching me
Made me nervous
I can’t deny
She said
“Look Honey
“I’ve been watching you
You don’t belong here”
which I knew
Was definitely true
She said “Here”
in a seductive way
Reaching in her purse
So she gave me a dollar
A bright shiny coin
and said “give it a shot”
I paused and thought
And dropped it in
A nearby slot…

The fruit tumble
Shudder and shake
The slot machine
Shudders and quakes
Lights sound
and a siren screams
I made it I think
Its all in sync…
Disbelief as the
commotion roars
people are cheering
For me for a change
A wave of surprise
Then I turn my eyes
To the woman
Who gave me my prize
But she was gone
A phantom once more
Life is different now
No running from the past
I have a stake
Some insurance
A future
That looks vast
My mystery woman
Has no name
So I call her my
Silver Angel
 
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#2 ·
The Last Resort

Deep in the desert
The heat distorts
Hardpan fissures
Lead up to the resort
The shape is distant
A cathedral of sorts
It’s a long way ahead
There are women
Lithe and bikini clad
Bronzed by the sun
Shimmering
In the distant haze
It's taken me a while
Been driving for days
The valet waits
As the days heat abates
It’s an oasis in sand
A surprise destination
In this arid land
So thirsty
And tired of this journey
My hands on the wheel
Can’t wait to be free
It’s been a hard life
Imprisoned by strife
But I deserve this
I want it bad
So little chances
I have had
I envision
A paradise
On the horizon
A place in my mind
Away from this prison
This cell of one.
This chair is hard
That I sit in with
A crackling sound
My wrists are bound
I am wearing a hat
To protect me
from the heat.
 
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