No way, I'm
gonna put my
know nothin' bout
shit and pool's
cool, jocks got
take my own
Minnesota Fats is strictly cow town trick shots.
Willie Mosconi ran 634 balls to take that title.
He comes in little old Italian suits with little
hands and big ear lobes. Alone in a corner
opening the coffin box he keeps his cue in
and he tunes up with a practice rack, long graceful
strokes, the low light humming in the luster of his ring.
Dreaming in Chicagos of Johnny Torio and Fast Eddy Felson
I watched that slow deliberate stroke, a model student.