Sunday, April 19, 2015

Kira Gray- A Poem

Chicago Johnny

My uncle Johnny liked hats
but he liked gambling more
when he won there'd be a new suit
and a beaver fedora that cost a week's pay
in shiny wingtips he'd head off to the track
on his arm a bottle blonde, giggly from whiskey
when he lost he'd snap at the kids
not even baloney for lunch
no surprise to hear he'd had an "accident"
car out of control
after the collision
sped away on a city street
"the Mob" they said
but there was no investigation
at his funeral people said
no one looked better in a casket
such a fine suit!
but my uncle Johnny always wore a hat

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