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He was a silver tongued devil from New Orleans
Carried a new deck of cards in a locked brief case
He came up to Texas in a pair of pressed jeans
With a stiff demeanor they called a poker face

He had big brown eyes and a set of pearly teeth
With a little blond mustache that hinted romance
There was a double edged knife in a leather sheath 
That he had fixed on a belt that held up his pants

He had come for the money that flowed in this state
And he'd take it with cards the way he always had
He had not figured on a woman in his fate
But a woman there was and Lord it was bad

She was six feet tall with auburn hair and green eyes
A buxom charmer who kept two buttons undone
She was the dealer at a table of small size
He looked at her broad smile and thought."This will be fun."

He sat at her table, his eyes began to stray
She noticed his interest and undid number three
She shuffled the deck and smiled and began to play
Dealt mostly from the bottom but he did not see

He lost all his money in a matter of hours
And it was substantial even by Texas means
He tipped his felt hat to those feminine powers
Then hitch hiked and walked all the way to New Orleans

The dealing lady invested his money well
If you're in Texas and look 'neath that silver moon
You are likely to come under that female spell
She aptly calls her place The Three Button Saloon

10-12-18
For contest Fiction October 2018 for Broken Wings

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