Man of Danger
The blind man takes a job
He answers phones
At the off-track betting parlor
He finds the strident voices
Of the track announcers
Strangely compelling
Mixed with the stale smells
Of cigarettes, perfume
Whiskey and beer
It stirs up a smoky
Cocktail of intrigue
He sips and savors
Every week night
From 7 until 11 PM
He imagines himself
A minor character from
The Sting
Minus the Ragtime piano
He plays the charming criminal
With a heart of gold
Waiting for the swish
Of silk stockings
The blind man takes a job
He answers phones
At the off-track betting parlor
He finds the strident voices
Of the track announcers
Strangely compelling
Mixed with the stale smells
Of cigarettes, perfume
Whiskey and beer
It stirs up a smoky
Cocktail of intrigue
He sips and savors
Every week night
From 7 until 11 PM
He imagines himself
A minor character from
The Sting
Minus the Ragtime piano
He plays the charming criminal
With a heart of gold
Waiting for the swish
Of silk stockings
To signal the entrance of
His late night lover
Drawn to him at last
“Hey, hansom, got a light?”
The blind man keeps his lighter
Fully fueled
In his pants pocket
His late night lover
Drawn to him at last
“Hey, hansom, got a light?”
The blind man keeps his lighter
Fully fueled
In his pants pocket
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Credits: Words and Images by Jay Larsen
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