| InterBoard Poetry Competition | |
| Third Place Winner, August 2007 | |
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FULTON STREET HUSTLERS Allen Itz (Blueline Poetry Forum) it’s eleven in the morning and you can tell the drinkers, the down- but-not- outers, squinting in the mid- day sun as they cross fulton street, leaving their $40-a-week motel room, heading for breakfast at one of the dozen taco shops in the neigh borhood, chorizo and eggs with a side of re-fried beans, two flour tortillas black sludge coffee and six aspirin for the head that won’t stop aching until they get their first beer, their scrambled eggs chaser that officially starts the day mostly men, careful with appearances, fresh shined boots, sharp creased jeans and starched long-sleeve cowboy shirts with fake pearl snaps, pool shooters, dart throwers, penny tossers, pinball wizards, and hustlers of most every kind, living on the edge always, on the edge of losing usually, they live on alcohol and beer nuts, cheap meals at flytrap eateries and dark places where the truth is only what you can see in a smoked bar mirror, where pre- tending is easier than not Judge Deborah Bogen’s comments: “This poem breaks a lot of rules and it knows what it’s doing when it does. That’s a good thing because you’d better be on your game when you decide to dispense with capitalization and periods, and when you write in lines so short that one is ‘the’ and another is ‘down-.’ But as soon as you start reading ‘fulton street hustlers’ you understand that you are on a fast train meant to knock you off your reading feet, that the poem’s rhythm is as purposefully offbeat as the lifestyle of the hustlers it describes with its marvelous eye for the right detail and its fluid command of the line.’”
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