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.