Baltic Ave.A Poem by Parker Bond"Baltic Ave"Here we are on Baltic Avenue So many people running around and around All wearing tophats Clutching colord, numbered wads of paper that only mean something if your playing the game But here on Baltic Ave We forget all about the game and when we play its serious Always a pack of cigarettes a few beers and a bottle of rum and the dream that one day one day far off Baltic Ave will be worth something To someone other than us Maybe Baltic will be worth a Boardwalk Christ, even a utility or railroad No time to think about that Swig the rum and light a cigarette baby Cause your rolling the dice A good roll and a few hops and we could have it all Wads of colored paper A tophat Hell we could even get out of jail free as soon as we get off of Baltic Ave
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Added on March 12, 2009 AuthorParker BondPhiladelphia, PAAbout18 years of age, residing in the Philadelphia suburb of Upper Darby. more..Writing
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