A Polished Token: a poem

A Polished Token
By Gary W. Allison

West of the rising sun
My future, shining on
My life, just a con
California, full of fun

Playing a game
One in a hundred win
I could be wrong
Probably a million

A rundown motel
Hollywood high noon
An old woman whistles
A forgotten show tune

Driving wealth and fame
A brush with a great one
It’s just the same
California, full of fun

Write on, right on
One in a hundred win
I know I’m wrong
It’s one in a million

Getting a break
Or getting broken
Life is at stake
Fame a polished token

Write on, right on
East of the setting sun
My life, just a con
California, full of fun

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