Jason Baldinger: A Seventy-Four Dollar Shotgun

three in the morning

two men in camouflage

drunk loud talk, stare at shotguns

their eyes shiny they drool

there are puddles at their feet

there are puddles on the counter

.

I walk over and unfortunately have to greet them 

even though glass case guns are invisible after midnight

they undress the case, wet dreams and grunts

their beery cigarette wheeze annoys me

their eyes reach the seventy-four-dollar shotgun simultaneously 

the one guy asks the other What’s a seventy-four-dollar shotgun for?

my opinion wasn’t asked for but I’m tired 

with my best most hillbilly accent

I reply, Gettin’ drunk and killin’ your wife

Copyright 2019 Jason Baldinger. An earlier version of this poem appeared in The Studs Terkel Blues published by NightBallet Press.

2 comments on “Jason Baldinger: A Seventy-Four Dollar Shotgun”

1. melpacker

   December 10, 2019

   

   I love Jason Baldinger’s work, but I wish he had left out the adjective “hillbilly”.

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   • Vox Populi

     December 10, 2019

     

     Thanks, Mel. What does the word “hillbilly” do to the poem?

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