Potlatch Blues | Poem

 
 

 

Potlatch Blues

 

ball and chain

loss and gain

stuck in the middle

of a hard, cold rain

lord I got those potlatch blues

red rubber ball

tenement wall

busker with fiddle

asks me "Is that all?"

no pain like those potlatch blues

I give and take

caught by the snake

ain't got winning cards

so I just bluff and fake

caught up in those potlatch blues

 

- Ken Peters
 
 

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