Casino
Rows and rows of flashing lights. slot machines
Aglo. Tables lined with their best felt, ready
For the Go. Jackpots, Jackpots all around, Hey
Folks lay your money down. Keno, poker and the craps.
For the very rich and fat there's Baccarat.
I love the sights and sounds of it. I even love
The clammer. The loud and happy sounds, a recent
lucky winner.
Am I having lucky times with quarter, nickle and
A dime? Time goes by so quickly, the money starts
To trickle. I'm down to my last nickles.
A pretty waitress came around to offer some
Refreshment. I said " I'd like a tall-cold beer".
She said "I'll be righ back." I put the money
in the slot and all the bells start ringing. I
am sure that that sweet girl brought me what I
Got - Luck - "Jackpot."
Copyright © Laural Wilson | Year Posted 2005
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