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