The Dealer

The Dealer

excuse the boy in the street

with no manners,

he is homeless, parentless

an exceptional mind

never lassoed in

to real school type lessons

an artful dodger

of the draft

of drafts as he finds

crevasses for his sleep

his dirty fingers touch his dirty face

but his dirty eyes

never apologize

he knows his place

or places

many places

block to block

avenue to the pew

in a church for sanctuary

he steals a drink of holy water

to avoid going dry

keeps his wry

sense of humor

plays cards with his mates

not a complete deck

but some have pictures on them

he counts

an exceptional mind

never lassoed in

but such potential

not a handout

but the possibility

to shine up his shoes

bear a suit and tie

have a real lunch

sit in a booth like a gentleman

and pick anything from the menu

whatever the price

then go back to his office

and contemplate the good life

yes, such potential

he knows his place,

he deals the cards.

erin-cilberto

3/13/22

Reviews

[Gee]

Hmmmm, my take, a fella, great mind, who has dodged the military by feigning mental illness only to end up on the street and finding it much to his liking.
How many millions of miles am I away :))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

closer than you could imagine....very perceptive review, but then I always enjoy your interpretations of my work....often they help me to know what the hell my own writing is about.
thanks, Gee.
j.

[Gee]

It amazes me that you are so prolific Jacob, I struggle to post one a month !