He sat on the streets, chess board before him
Another player across, pieces scattered
The battle of wits at its peak
A fight that he was losing
A beer bottle sat by his side
A cigarette on his lips
A filthy coat hung over his shoulders
He pondered his next move
Pawn down, bishop there
Knight moves, rook stays
Flurry of moves, another loss
Moves the Queen--
"Checkmate."
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