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POEM: The Ballade of Billy Montana

The Ballade of Billy Montana

an infinite number of monkeys are making a ham sandwich

later the sandwich is indicted by a grand jury

somewhere Sol Wachtler is laughing

meanwhile the jukebox is playing “The Gambler”

as Billy Montana speeds by the bar on his lightcycle

we all stopped dancing hours ago

in fact, nobody can quite remember where this place is or

how we got here & there doesn’t seem to be a door

the barman keeps serving us, though, so we stay

you’ve got to know when to hold em

and so forth

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Jason Crane
20 November 2020
Tucson AZ

Published in My poems Poetry

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