Poem 3 of 3
Originally published July 29th, 2017
The old gambler
Lived in a small pool cabana
At a rundown motel
On Miami Beach
We drank several beers
Eat his homemade potato salad and kielbasa on the grill
When it was time for me to leave
Never again would we meet
The old gambler said:
“Save some of your coins so you do not end up broke like me”
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