Emporia 2010: East Of Garden City
Six a.m. minus six degrees
In the guesthouse inn,
Writing with a pen of light,
A wall spider keeps company,
Captain Trips tells me to:
“Never give your love, my friend,
Unto a foolish heart,”
Beaming down from some satellite
A cup of coffee reaches out for my hand,
Not used to the television,
Mesmerized by the original Jailhouse Rock,
Can’t keep my eyes open for the seminal score
Until diesel fumes creep into the room,
A dingy place where murderers stay,
Room 25 at the Stardust Motel,
Playing the game of life
A bony hand deals the cards,
It’s three card guts,
A pair to open and trips to win,
Don’t mind if I do draw the third six.
posted by Stephen Darjeeling @ 12:46 PM
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