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:
I think I know a few like him...
No doubt that!
Darts in his pocket - wow!
yeah, i know him as well...one day he will look around and the party will have moved on...love your poems. smiles.
Love this!!! Although I dont know this person or anyone like him...But this a great write! Something I would see in a movie...
Darts in the pocket. That pretty much says it all, doesn't it?
Well done!
You do such a great job of evoking an image of your character and telling a story in a few words.
The Great Dart Slinger.... Dart Vader?? :)
I was a hustler once - in my dreams. Then life happened.
cash and carry... love it! This could be a song.... just a thought xoxo
Oooo. Love it!
You are a fab writer, I enjoy you! May you have a blessed week ! <3 SPFF
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.
Hey my Poet friend!
Loved this!
Wonderful writing!
Margie
x
I like this!
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.
Great depiction. I never feel all that sorry for people getting hustled in darts or pool or cars - its greed that gets 'em.
A dart to the heart...I know about that.
I can really see this dart carrying, drifting hustler. Very nice, TB. Very nice.
You are really surprising me with all of your poems. I'm really enjoying them.
I never thought of a dart hustler...just a pool hustler. That was a pretty great poem, missy!
I love me some bad boys..in a poem;)
I want to write like you someday
..........that is so cool..!! and does sound like fun to be vagabond for awhile... (I guess lately I've had too much responsibilities.lol)
The is awwesome work!
Love it!
Great description. I guess we've all met him at some time in our lives...
The thing about those darts in his pocket....eventually he's gonna fall on them. Love this.
sounds like a Tom Cruise movie! LOL
The color of money part 2
Hey, this one need to be set to music! I see shades of a John Ford movie, too.
Those were darts in his pocket? I thought he was just happy to see me.
well now! certainly we've all met him, haven't we?
I'm liking this one Techno. Great job.
xo
Loved this!!!
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