Poem: Mad Cat Running

Set a bet that the mad cat is not settling fines
Split and hit down a bet, the table set, that mad cat is dressed to the nines
A paper sign, some more time, for pennies and dimes
Shake for keepsake else it’ll be deep in a sleep state of blues
Mad cat set on shakin’ to the summer tune
Trickled down the stairs the glass pops and tops the sudsee boos
“Tit for tat” he spat as a loud bloom of doom, splat
Smokey cups tap as a body slaps down, mad cat.
A bounce of a hat and a rattle tattle of fat
Put it on the tab and sip, dip back and slack, slow flow of a summer tune
Break the bread and steak this bout, till next June.