Monday, May 31, 2010

Pulp Poem of the Week

You could feel the excitement of it.
And that's why they came,
to get some of that excitement,
to take the ante, big or little,
and pitch it against the house,
to double it, triple it, multiply it
a thousand times if they could.
It was sticky and hot and grim
in Sacramento.
It was crowded and stifling
in Chinatown,
lonely for the oldster
in the Mission
routine and empty for the widow
in the Portola.
But the lights were on
in Reno.
James McKimmey
Winner Take All

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