I know it’s somewhere I shouldn’t be
pawning away my heart
on a secret sidelined spending spree.
But I’m over waiting for that break in traffic
to re-order my life in a closed-up drive-thru.
Sure, I’ve let chances spill
like sand between my fingers,
and that’s why I’m taking my turn
at tomorrow’s lucky chance wheel – today.
So let the dealer shuffle the deck,
as the piano player tickles the keys
& the Reaper smiles from his seat next to me.
But take no notice of his shadow stretching
as more coins drop
in hopes of a cash crop
from a credit stacked deck
mixed in with a new plastic card deal
& so preys the numbers that spin this lost luck’s wheel.
Rural Romantic Ramblings 
This is a very melancholy piece and quite thoughtfully constructed. Lots of excellent lines and I like the sense of not going quietly that comes through in some of the more defiant ones. I think this will have resonance and a range of meaning for different readers. Really nicely done Mel.
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Thanks, Nic.
I’d be interested to see what other interpretations come out of it when I had no idea where this piece was going either – call it a mood! Or the beauty of word-playing-poetry. (I love my job. I love my job…)
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