Halloween by Stephen Barile
Halloween night,Primo closed the pocket doorsTo the dining roomFor a game of Pinocle To continue between he,His chum Eskimo Ed & me.“Have a little trick-and-meld.”The ashtray spilled over:Hand-rolled cannabis stogies,Half-smoked roachesThey were passing to each other,Across the table to me.Pinocle was confusing already.48 cards, tricks & melds,Marriages & flushes, bidding. They both seemed to knowThe cards I held in my hand,Kept telling meWhich cards to play … Continue reading Halloween by Stephen Barile
