Murder of Crows

Charmed Chaos

They share dark dreams and visceral prose 
While above a murder of screeching crows 
Binds their souls to scorching sin town

Driving a rusty winged cadillac
As they slip out the back Jack
When they can’t pay the rent 
On their one room dirt shack 
That looks down from the escarpment to Hell

Heading west to the famous Fremont Hotel  
Where shrimp cocktails are still ninety-nine cents
And they bet their last dime on black 29
In the hopes of scoring a big win

The Sunday Muse #176

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