Deep Fried Road Kill (a dizain)
Audrey, the lank-haired waitress, scans the bar,
sees Charlie nursing his long empty glass
“Hey you”, she yells, “get your ass outta here”
“Just my ass?” Charlie asks, to loud applause ;
deep fried road kill, okra, potato mash
warm under a heat lamp, he’s feeling ill;
he nods at his miner friends- Pit Fall Phil,
Old Arsenic, Rock Face, Busted Lung Lou –
in the holy glow of the pool table
they’ve still got that subterranean hue.
Yes, just when you thought it was safe to open your WordPress Reader…..the sequel to High Plains Sushi!
The form used is a dizain, 10 lines , 10 syllables per line, rhyme scheme..ababbccdcd…For a more detailed discussion of the form, see Frank Hubeny’s excellent post over at dVerse.
Stopdraggingthepanda 
I like your description of them with the subterranean hue from the holy glow of the pool table.
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love this, flowing format and hilarious story line:)
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Great nicknames!
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Well executed Dizain Jim. Engaging read – not sure the menu items are very engaging.. 🙂
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Another good one. Love the names.
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Thanks Rosemary!
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