Crossroad

Jimmy coasts up

to the crossroad.

A crow sits atop

the eight-sided red sign.

The road to the left

goes to Armageddon,

the one to the right

goes to the newly

constructed

national prison.

On the road

straight ahead

the eastern sky

is blackening, night falling.

The pink glow

of a slot machine

palace beckons,

where the house wins

ninety-nine times

out of a hundred.

The crow dances left,

bobs right, flips around,

aims her beak

towards the gleam

on the western horizon.

Jimmy figures his odds

are better at the slots

than legendary locations,

and accelerates dead ahead

towards the Nazareth casino.

As he passes,

the crow chuckles,

squirts a crap on his hood,

and flies off to her cozy nest

where the western sun

is reddening into night.