A Dream

of the racetrack 

Shoemaker was a rich jockey

But the bums cursed him from the stands

He dropped his racing form

It was time for a drink

But the bartender had no eyes

And bats flew from the Men's room

Everyone in the lounge looked like Chinaski

And he wouldn't talk to anyone

He woke in a cold sweat

The sun was blasting thru the blinds

Bob's dog was barking at the mailman

Woof! Woof!