Poem -
Penny Falls
Neon lights
a crushing crescendo
an avalanche of noise
children persistent
in the endless allowance
for holiday coins
Dangling
glistening
just out of reach
the penny falls aid and abet
constant cries beseech
Back at the static
at the holiday complex
the children dream contently
of today and the next
I wash my hands
the smell of stale copper coins
is saturated into my skin
I finish with a potent gin and tonic
with my gamma GT it's moronic
but tomorrow a new day begins
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