Heard Atlantic City
On the radio
Needed something stark
Something slow
Saw no color
Only gray
A black and white film
From a lost yesterday
Felt the struggle
Felt the pain
A February day
Caught out in the rain
Closed my eyes
There’s the faces
Chicken man
Burnt out places
Reminded me
Of a Woody Guthrie song
Different setting
Time was wrong
But full of heartache
Lot of hard time
Making honest folks
Drift off into crime.
Copyright © Drew Martin 2018
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