at the menzies hotel
bikies on the stoop
their black leathers sheen
dulled with road dust
hold empty jerry cans
wait for the bloke
in a strained stained
t shirt
to bring keys
for the pump
inside wearing
minimum dress requirements
the local
moans
into his beer
his luck is out
no gold today
only snakes
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