people who cannot afford the price of
a ticket lined up for a shot at the winning
numbers each one eyeing the next wet coat in
a big crowd between them and luck - incredible

the stuff falling from their reaching pockets
pencil ends loose change & pretty names 
scratched on tissue or old napkins - people they 
no longer remember having met or if they do 

then they can only be contacted out front by 
the budweiser sign & freddy is out there again
arguing with the operator - one arm propped 
against the plate glass window shielding his eyes

from another saturday night & rain - & he keeps saying 
hey! all he wants to know is who is owed exactly what

George Wallace