Freddy 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 |