The table's there, before the darts
where a shining CD Jukebox sits
sharing favorites free and loud.
Fogarty - tonight, rolls out,
Proud Mary pounds the rectangle ring
a tribal drumbeat calling.

Keening eyes watch round
while toes tap in bayou time,
blue Revival's rolling thunder bass,
distant booming cannon rifs
clinging lightly to the air.

Hungry eyes perch on stools
where un-anointed drift in tight
like vultures waiting for the feast
of ringing breaks and bloodless kills.

Hunters stalk green valley floor,
center bright, weapons ready,
to skewer hearts and hopes tonight.
Wolf-like eyes measure pretenders trapped
brave souls stripped by many cheers before.

The crack of cue by cunning skill
ricochets with nods and comment calls.
The watchers see pretenders rue
an eight-ball drops, a game is due.
The night slides on,
till last call falls.
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by Daniel A. Johnson

Copyright �2000 Daniel A. Johnson
Pool Hall Eyes
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