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The Duffel Bag
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Poetry
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September 1, 2008
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God's blood beads on the tarmac and something rough is boiling up
just this side of the vanishing point, so it's probably tune to get
off this stretch of blacktop and into the wayside bar, where every cup
runneth over and you breast a thickening fret
of stogie smoke to get to the dank back room where a high stakes game
turns against you despite your trey of jacks, and soon enough
you're in way over your head with nothing and no one to blame
but the luck you've been getting since first you threw your stuff
into a duffel bag and hooked up with the halt and lame,
with the grifters and drifters, the die-hards, the masters of bluff,
the very bastards, in fact, who are lifting the last of your ...