He prowled the room
Around the table
Intent, certain
Focused, efficient
Body bent, contorted
To make this shot
and the next, already
planned
from angle and motion,
just enough, push,
to sink it, another,
Be ready
A miscue, a pause
to think, a sip of the
bourbon
lick the new butt from the
pack
light the spark
feel the heat, alive,
the new-smoke licking his
face
Laugh for effect
Through affable eyes
Work the table
in syncopation
Ball on ball
does it really matter
Smoke and music
Lean into the glass
Slide down the throat
Smile, deep
Laugh at the banter
A Game, not so important
but for him, a challenge
a test of will, control
where he can
Easy on his feet and in a
crowd
Working the room, his eyes,
as he does, everyman and
friend
comfortable confidante
Eight ball in corner pocket
… Sweet
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edited July 23, 2015
Pool or Chess – v3
(editing version 2)
edited February 1, 2014
Pool or Chess – v2
March 26, 2004
Pool or Chess
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