The Club

On a pedestal
He stands.
Respect
He commands.

Time has tarnished,
Dulled the varnish.
Commemoration.
Veneration.

Clacky clack.
Smack of balls
Sputters through
Cigarette halls.

On forest felt
And chalky blue,
In the corner
Waits my cue.

Corner pockets.
Winner’s cup.
Fire rockets.
Rack em up.

Little kid
And Red Roy Rogers
Whose heart he hid.
The tiny todger

Now looks back.
His shoes won’t fill
The walls that crack
The windowsill.

Behind the memory
Aches the song.
His only father
Could do no wrong.


04/12/22