Pleading His Case

A bottle from the corner,
he returns to TV screen

Old hurt, bad call
many years travelling,

but he just wanted to dribble
like the pros

Still, he wonders why
they complain so much

He cheers for cheerleaders
and overtime

He remembers his gravel court
pounded down

and the night he hung up
the old rim in the garage


Originally Published:
Poetry is Dead Issue 2
(summer/autumn 2010)