A Royal Game Of Pool In A Little Bar
In Northern Minnesota

I remember across the table
chips and chalk   leather
tips   the laughter breaking
cubes in Gimlets   Kevin
slapping the cue through two
rooms   the ball landing in
a tuna salad   spattering
Murph's jeans   Willie
laughing   losing his shot
tossing his onion rings
on the silver coat rack
above my eyes   Murph roared
sat down in his beer and said
uneasy lies the head
that wears the crown