Money to Burn
No man is ever alone
who possesses
an appetite
for unreality, a
comfortable manner
among strangers, &
money to burn.
Blessed is he
who walks
into a bar
at the edge
of oblivion
handing out
five dollar bills.
For we shall call him a prince among men.
George Wallace is writer-in-residence at the Walt Whitman Birthplace, author of 38 chapbooks of poetry, and editor of NYC From the Inside, an anthology of poetry by and for the poets of New York City.
