| 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. ============================= by Daniel A. Johnson Copyright �2000 Daniel A. Johnson |
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