Sitting in a dark, damp, seedy bar
all the regulars were coming in
i was in the last booth with
my back to the wall.
i was trying to read a book
bar maid ask me if it was the boring
everyone drinking rut gut beer and whiskey.
The name of the game was hustle
everyone chasing jason
the boys were shooting pool
at 5 dollars a game.
Others playing penny anne poker
others stepping out side
hitting a bunt or a rock.
the hookers and whore were tricking
at 20 dollars a shot.
in a alley in a car a empty building or
the rest rooms.
everyone has their price
some even shoting dice
std, herpes crabs, even head lice.
everyone packing heat.
sleeping in weeds, underbridges
winter spring summer or fall
carrying every thing we own
on our backs.
everyone gotta chase jason
and he can,t be cot.