He prowled the room
Around the regulation table
Intent, certain, entranced,
Focused, efficient, moving;
Body bent, contorted
To make this shot
and the next, already
planned
using angle and motion,
just enough, push,
to sink it, another,
Be ready, each in sequence…
A miscue, a pause
to think, a sip of the warm bourbon;
Lick the new butt from the
pack
light the spark, the flame,
feel the heat, alive,
the new-smoke kissing his
face
Laugh for effect, for show,
Through affable eyes
Work the table, the room,
in syncopation, bravado,
Ball on ball, smack,
does it really matter;
Smoke and music
Lean into the glass
Slide down the throat
Smile, deep satisfaction
Laugh at the banter,
A Game, not so important,
but for him, a challenge,
more,
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 the 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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