The Ghost of Bobby Fischer
Bobby Fischer
challenged me
to a
game of
chess in
the Atlanta
airport
boarding area.
He said
he would
beat me in
fifteen moves.
It took
seventeen.
“I’m all
washed up,”
he said,
& hopped
a flight
to Iceland.
Bobby Fischer
challenged me
to a
game of
chess in
the Atlanta
airport
boarding area.
He said
he would
beat me in
fifteen moves.
It took
seventeen.
“I’m all
washed up,”
he said,
& hopped
a flight
to Iceland.
Filed under poems & short jabs