Baltic Ave.

Baltic Ave.

A Poem by Parker Bond

"Baltic Ave"

Here we are on Baltic Avenue

So many people running around and around

All wearing tophats

Clutching colord, numbered

wads of paper

that only mean something

if your playing the game

But here on Baltic Ave

We forget all about the game

and when we play

its serious

Always a pack of cigarettes

a few beers and a bottle of rum

and the dream that one day

one day far off

Baltic Ave will be worth something

To someone other than us

Maybe Baltic will be worth a Boardwalk

Christ, even a utility or railroad

No time to think about that

Swig the rum and light a cigarette baby

Cause your rolling the dice

A good roll and a few hops and we could have it all

Wads of colored paper

A tophat

Hell we could even get out of jail free

as soon as we get off of Baltic Ave

 

© 2009 Parker Bond


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