It’s 5:15 in the morning at the Horseshoe Casino
I’ve been grinding away for 12 straight hours
at the 3/6 limit table
Donkeys with Bluetooth headsets
slackjaws Serbian loudmouths
beauty queens playing the game for the first time
the whole spectrum of Tuesday gamblers
comes and goes
Once it gets down to 3-handed and a fat dealer named Roberto
I decide to call it a day
I lost $1
A night like this can’t end any other way
I get on the 5:30 shuttle back to Chinatown
and take a seat towards the back
Nothing lets you know where your life is headed
better than being on a dark bus filled w/ hookers
and elderly Chinese men in windbreakers
at 5:31 in the morning on a Wednesday
I’m a winner
I think
The sound of a container cracking behind me
the smell of Caesar dressing
the lip smacking
the guttural breathing
of course
I try to ignore it
but can’t
I wish I was Buddhist
and not obsessive
then something occurs to me
the lip smacking hasn’t stopped for two straight minutes
the breathing seems to be getting heavier
a female cough and a gag
Now I really wish I was Buddhist
Could the Dalai Lama ignore a guy getting a blow job
while he eats a Caesar salad?
I get up
covering my peripherals
and move even further to the back
I find a seat
and sit down
I’m still a winner
I think
only this time
I have a chance to laugh
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Caesar Salad
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Chicago in July
When the fireworks go off
and scatter all the rats
and the cockroaches
at Pulaski Park
and barista girls
lay worn and pantiless
in sundresses
drinking warm Miller Lite
by cracked windows
and the homeless
nestle in Lincoln Park back alleys
next to abandoned generators
and inoperable dozers
on a city
of useless machinery
where young couples grocery shop
and kiss hands
and a pitcher
is always losing
on one side of town
where Puerto Rican gangs
mug Buddhists for food
and old men
lumber across streets
at 2 a.m.
kittens shit in alleys
and the heat is too much
the old folks home
has three lights on
waiting
and the cops aren’t coming
© 2008 Lee Kitzis
and scatter all the rats
and the cockroaches
at Pulaski Park
and barista girls
lay worn and pantiless
in sundresses
drinking warm Miller Lite
by cracked windows
and the homeless
nestle in Lincoln Park back alleys
next to abandoned generators
and inoperable dozers
on a city
of useless machinery
where young couples grocery shop
and kiss hands
and a pitcher
is always losing
on one side of town
where Puerto Rican gangs
mug Buddhists for food
and old men
lumber across streets
at 2 a.m.
kittens shit in alleys
and the heat is too much
the old folks home
has three lights on
waiting
and the cops aren’t coming
© 2008 Lee Kitzis
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