Friday, November 30, 2018

They Are At The Monte Carlo Before You Wake Up. by Robert Halleck

At the bar
at seven, at opening

The Weather Lady says 95.
On your roof it will be 120

A cold beer gives
warmth to the men

Ready to work
before you wake.

Ready to do
what you won't.

Robert Halleck's work has appeared in over 40 poetry journals, magazine, and annuals in the last few years. Recently his poems have appeared or will appear in the San Diego Poetry Annual, The Paterson Literary Review, The St. Ann's Review, Third Wednesday, Chiron, and The Mockingheart Review. He is a member of San Diego's Not Dead Yet Poets and is a regular attendee of the Kenyon Review's Summer Workshops.

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