Matthew Foor

Rookie (9-12-85 / Austin Texas)

Backroom - Poem by Matthew Foor

In the backroom I sit
Pool balls crack
John mumbles
"Into the blue…"
"Into the blue…"
He's shooting the
Blue number two
Into whichever hole

Radio chatter
Whispers from
His ear buds

My voices become worse

I take a break to gather my thoughts….

….picking up my pen
I try to write again
Its 15 minutes later now
Voices have subsided
For now….

It's to no avail
I've lost it
For now….

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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