All-Nighters
What you do once in a while causes fright.
How can you stay up in a casino all night?
You keep pumping money into the machines.
Not many people are awake during these scenes.
You can lose track of the time with no clocks or windows.
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, casinos never close.
You don’t have enough money or comp to book a room.
All night, you sit on the stool like a mushroom.
Come on home lady, please don’t stay.
If you don’t play, you save money that way.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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