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The Gamble
- Callaloo
- Johns Hopkins University Press
- Volume 26, Number 3, Summer 2003
- pp. 587-589
- 10.1353/cal.2003.0113
- Article
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Callaloo 26.3 (2003) 587-589
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( The Gamble )
Kevin Young
How horrible the night without
her in it! She like Las
Vegas, the light
From a city nestled
in a desert, distant, toward
Which I been driving—
Oasis she is
The thirst that allows
me to see
Days of dunes shimmering
of sipped canteen—
The funny papers all call
her peril
Her apparel full of heels
Pumps mules
which work me more
Than the old man's farm—
On her I would
Wager the whole caboodle,
sidle up to a green felt
Table and ante
my kitty, lay down [End Page 587]
My get-out-of-town monies—
Joe Moore in my pocket
Shortie by my side
A sure thing, a streak
winning—
Like dice we kiss—
She calls me Gorgeous
Her r's rolling: Lover,
Fever, chiarascuro, forever
While she rolls me
for my dough, slips
Me the mickey
the gooba dust—then
Out the back. Sick
broke dumb
As luck, I drive holding on
to the ache of after
Her monogrammed unmentionables
Her laughter
like a track, fast—
Days shot for night
In this garish light
I drive to conjure her
Four Thieves Vinegar
John the Conqueror
Root in my breast pocket—
The scenery that winds past
a screen
I only pretend to see— [End Page 588]
She went and put
some kind of hog on me
Only her and hurryment
on my mind—
On its own
the steering wheel turns
Taking blind the curves
Kevin Young is Ruth Lilly Professor of Poetry at Indiana University, Bloomington. He is the author of Jelly Roll: A Blues (2003), To Repel Ghosts (2001), and Most Way Home (1995), selected by Lucille Clifton as part of the National Poetry Series and winner of the John C. Zacharis First Book Prize from Ploughshares. His Blues Poems anthology will be published as part of the Everyman Pocket Poets series September 2003.
Copyright © 2003, Kevin Young.
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