Flippin coins under street lights

Flippin coins under street lights

A Poem by The realest

It was a crowded room

but

then again.... it always is.

 

The smell of cheap cigars and even cheaper booze lingers..

up and down.

 

The type of place you could walk into decent

and come out nickel and diming or worse.

 

Yeah there was always worse.

 

The two bit pimp that sends his girls in to work some poor yup looking to have a good time.

the schmuck never knew what hit him.

 

Your old timers claming there section at the bar, looking for some

fountain of life at the end of a bottle.

its never there.

 

Poor b******s first in, last out

 

The dealer by the dimly limited phone booth

the same booth you cant use cuz he has been waiting for a call

for the past 5 years.

 

The place was crowded like it always was

with every hooker two bit thug and wannabe badass west of the boarder.

 

and it stunk

 

My only comfort

 

The cold steel of my desert eagle inside my shoulder holster

and the lovely look of stupidity

when I pull the trigger

 

© 2008 The realest


Author's Note

The realest
Pretty much picture 1920's and Dick Tracy reading it i was bored and wanted to play with a theme- maybe the whole narration/poem for a movie vibe.

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Paints a clear picture. I could definitely hear Dick Tracy in my head. The end is abrupt and upsetting. I don't think it fits.

Posted 11 Years Ago


i im not that great with my my words but i could feel it. different, descriptive, interesting. like the beginning of a story or something.

Posted 15 Years Ago


before i even read what you added i pictured crap shooters and dolls. flows my imagination smoothly. i like.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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emz
I really loved this... i could picture the whole scene that you set.. like film noir.. well written.
well done



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Posted 15 Years Ago



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The realest

Antioch, CA



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Im 24 from the bay area in ca Been writing for a while- Mostly free write stuff narrative potery or my real work is spoken word. Im also in the military and finishing my BA in Forensic Psyc right .. more..

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A Poem by The realest