One Eyed Jacks and Mexican Gold
Though it's been decades
and a million one eyed jacks ago
i still can remember them plopping down
amidst the perfume and the smack of chips
at a low stakes blackjack table..
Older lady- younger man
dressed in blue jeans and plaid shirts
I guessed them to be mother and son
but I could be wrong.
They were quiet and pleasant
unlike the rest of us.
Depending upon the ebb and flow of the game
they would slide 5$ chips
back and forth to one another..
always betting the minimum.
They didn't play for very long
they drained their drinks then quietly left.
For a short while afterwards
there was still a hint of Mexican gold
or perhaps bull thistle in the air...
i like to think they broke even.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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