
GOING TO THE RIVERBOAT BY CYNTHIA LE MONDS
We poor
folk. We
needing
dough. We
getting
checks. We
finding
boats. We
playing
Blackjack. We
spinning
slots. We
drinking beer,
lots and lots.
It's raining,
Jesus, it's
pouring.
We going
home, soaked
to the bone,
poorer than
we came.