Marty Cann

Marty Cann

 Abbeville, South Carolina, USA
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The Poolhall Poet

Written By: Marty Cann

The Poolhall Poet Copyright 2010 Marty Cann

In a town called LaGrange, He hopped off a train
Said he was just passing thru
He stopped for a bite at the poolroom that night
And reminded me of a man I once knew
Most of the time, He’d speak in rhyme
You could find him behind the poolroom doors
Telling his stories of his pain and glories
Using fancy words and metaphors
Shakespeare had nothing on him, don’t you know it
That’s why I called him the pool hall poet

When the sun went down, I’d come around
To shoot my usual game of pool
He’d drink just a coke and smile at the folks
While he sat on his favorite bar stool
After a beer, I wanted to hear
A poem or two from the old guy
He never failed with the stories he’d tell
To make me laugh or make me cry
Shakespeare had nothing on him, don’t you know it
That’s why I called him the poolhall poet

On a cold rainy night, a man started a fight
And he flashed a gun for all of us to see
He pulled the trigger but I never did figure
The poet would take a bullet for me
I had no doubt when I found out
All the facts from my loving mother
I never knew until she told me it’s true
That the poet, he was my father
Shakespeare had nothing on him, don’t you know it
That’s why I called him the poolhall poet
Shakespeare had nothing on him, don’t you know it
That’s why I called him the poolhall poet