Vegas Craps
Vegas Craps
Showgirls dance at noon;
Over Sin City hangs the moon,
On the strip I cruise.
One-armed bandits shine;
Wayne Newton lights up the night,
Flying Elvis' dine
Tigers start to leap;
Sun shines as tired gamblers sleep,
Buffet patrons eat.
Call girls dream of fun;
Neon fuels the Vegas sun,
Hustler's on the run.
Black Jack Baby hides,
Bugsy Siegel's paradise,
Cheaters pay the price.
Rat Pack waves goodbye;
Morning drained our pockets dry,
On the road I cry.
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
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