“The future’s just a colorful fake.
Who dealt?…Yeah, I call spades.”

“The look-inside-my-jacket type:
hammy smile, handshake that gives the guise away…”

“The ‘help-me-out-with-this-clue:
four down, starts with ‘f’, ends in ‘u” type?”

“You know the type.”

“That’s just the fire alarm.
Don’t pay it any bother…”

“…or is that part of the music?”

DISCLAIMER:
The views expressed in this poem
do not reflect the views of the poem’s poets
at all times.

“Is that a part of the music?”

(2/20/2019: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)