Tom J. Mariani

Rookie (January 1948 / San Francisco, CA)

Off Track - Poem by Tom J. Mariani

He never took me to the track

The sport of kings my ass
It filled up part of his life
That we pretended wasn't there

All that time spent
On the phone
With the racing sheet
His little book

Whatever he thought was coming
Down the final stretch
Never made him a king
Left him uncovered several times
And broke him in the end

What is that magic out there
That makes them stand and yell
Waving their tickets
Grasped firmly in their hands
As the horses make the final turn

Maybe if I had been out there
Standing at the rail
As then ran by - - - -
Close enough to catch
The fire in their eyes - - - -

However he seldom went and
He never did take me to the track

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011


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