Joe Rosochacki Poems
A Dead Hand
You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealins' done.
David Reese too young to fold,
David Reese a popular jack of all trades when it came to poker,
the skill that he played poker,
- was his ace of his sleeve.
He played poker without deuces wild,
not needing Jokers.
To bad his lungs were not flushed out for him to breathe,
Was is the casino smoke? ...
As the top spins, spins effortlessly rotates, rotates
It comes again, again
Again as in times past ages past
When blues yields to red
Speed of photons decrease
End of daylight has at last, at last