The Gambler
August 23, 2008 at 5:19 pm | Posted in writing | 5 CommentsTags: Casanova, F., Scott Joplin, writing with soundtrack
Now wait just a goldern minute, sonny, he said throwing his cards down onto the table. Anyone can see that’s a cheap cheat trick. We can’t all be winning all the time, he said, reaching for his jacket pocket.
Wait, catch a breath there old timer, these is new days. I thought this was a no rules casino, one where we all lived on wits and instincts he said adjusting the frills of lace at his cuffs and removing his pale blue silk hat adorned with feathers. Did you not know it was I, Casanova, who invented the lottery? Let’s see if we can’t come to some amicable agreement. If we can’t all be winners, then someone has to lose.
Haha said F. that’ll be enough of that. Where’s that goddamn pianoplayer? Bootsy, Bootsy, wake up! We are in need of some entertaining distraction, bloody hell, Boss disappears the whole place falls apart he says slamming his glass down on the piano, dust yourself off son, play us some of that good ol’ honkytonk,
(You can read another cool gambling man poem story here…A Gambling Man by Piece Of Pie.)
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“frills of lace at his cuffs and removing his pale blue silk hat adorned with feathers”
Really?
hehehe
My Queen, *with a wide sweeping over his outrageously plumed hat* with your permission I have put your photo in the Pop Art page. Thankyou, again.
Comment by Queen of the Universe— August 23, 2008 #
aha, scott joplin indeed…
…brilliant prose poem again!
Thankyou, Sumedh, when are you going to write another beautiful poem?
Comment by Sumedh— August 23, 2008 #
love the line “we can’t all be winning all the time.” great opening paragraph.
Lissa! podcastyoutube prosepoemthingy you would be the best ever,
Comment by lissa— August 24, 2008 #
A boy’s night in, eh? I like the use of commas for him taking a breath and honky tonk to keep the rhythm going in the jovial manner to which he requires. Schmokin’.
Haha, Mary P., schmokin’,
Comment by Mary P— August 24, 2008 #
ah the piano player, he’s never conscious… thanks for the shout paul… there’s nothin like a winning card game and music…
Comment by pieceofpie— August 28, 2008 #