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March 02, 2010

The Wanderer


He carried his darts in his pocket
Like an old friend kept close to his heart
They were the calibrated weight he demanded
Ready to perform to his specifications

He roamed from town to town unattached
Looking for his next mark
He perfected his innocent look
Then proceeded to hustle them all

In his mind he was living the good life
His work was this chosen field
His life was cash and carry only
No luggage to slow him down

33 comments:

cinner said...

I think I know a few like him...

anne h said...

No doubt that!
Darts in his pocket - wow!

Brian Miller said...

yeah, i know him as well...one day he will look around and the party will have moved on...love your poems. smiles.

JStar said...

Love this!!! Although I dont know this person or anyone like him...But this a great write! Something I would see in a movie...

Anything Fits a Naked Man said...

Darts in the pocket. That pretty much says it all, doesn't it?

Well done!

Jeanie said...

You do such a great job of evoking an image of your character and telling a story in a few words.

Shadowthorne said...

The Great Dart Slinger.... Dart Vader?? :)

Dave King said...

I was a hustler once - in my dreams. Then life happened.

Ina in Alaska said...

cash and carry... love it! This could be a song.... just a thought xoxo

Kathy M. said...

Oooo. Love it!

Sassy Pants Freckle Face said...

You are a fab writer, I enjoy you! May you have a blessed week ! <3 SPFF

Julie said...

Beautiful poem! Yes, darts in his pocket is a great image. I know a few people like him, too. One guy in particular stood out. I knew he was a hustler, but I still loved him as a friend. Weird, huh? He had other things about him that were positive. Thanks for making me remember him today through your words.

Margie said...

Hey my Poet friend!
Loved this!
Wonderful writing!

Margie
x

Mama Zen said...

I like this!

Bristolvol said...

I read a comment you made on another blog and I wanted you to know that I am in the same boat as you are concerning our daughters and grandchildren.

secret agent woman said...

Great depiction. I never feel all that sorry for people getting hustled in darts or pool or cars - its greed that gets 'em.

Syd said...

A dart to the heart...I know about that.

Ronda Laveen said...

I can really see this dart carrying, drifting hustler. Very nice, TB. Very nice.

Maggie said...

You are really surprising me with all of your poems. I'm really enjoying them.

blueviolet said...

I never thought of a dart hustler...just a pool hustler. That was a pretty great poem, missy!

Lou said...

I love me some bad boys..in a poem;)

Marla said...

I want to write like you someday

Ms Hen said...

..........that is so cool..!! and does sound like fun to be vagabond for awhile... (I guess lately I've had too much responsibilities.lol)

Realliveman said...

The is awwesome work!

Sheri said...

Love it!

LadyFi said...

Great description. I guess we've all met him at some time in our lives...

Kulio said...

The thing about those darts in his pocket....eventually he's gonna fall on them. Love this.

otin said...

sounds like a Tom Cruise movie! LOL
The color of money part 2

willow said...

Hey, this one need to be set to music! I see shades of a John Ford movie, too.

Unknown Mami said...

Those were darts in his pocket? I thought he was just happy to see me.

Deidra said...

well now! certainly we've all met him, haven't we?

Joanna Jenkins said...

I'm liking this one Techno. Great job.
xo

gayle said...

Loved this!!!