Nancy Sinatra sang a great song about these boots but the luck doesn’t travel too far outside the lounge. The false promise of trickle down economics in full display. We drifted off the boardwalk and just one block away from the casinos—the abandoned dreams and promises of Baltic Avenue. A few homes clearly worse for wear and an old school package shop offering cheap escape.
Cheap rotgut whiskey
false allure of great prestige
from a cardboard ad
The boots were clearly abandoned as the realization of broken promises set in. The dream so close we can see the bright lights a few hundred yards away—and yet for all too many—a few hundred yards to far to travel.
Pretense faded
boots ditched like promises
of better days