The neon sky burns bright tonight
My throat is dry my chest is tight
Must take the risk can’t walk away
The ace is high I’ve gotta play
An angel stares with burning eyes
She beckons me to my surprise
Then takes my hand “come on this way”
“Tonight my friend – you’ve gotta play”
She suggests something stronger
While she’s loading the dice
Then serves me Bourbon, with plenty of ice
Supplies what I’m craving – yet at a high price
Her art of enslaving feels wicked but nice
Still holding onto my last few chips
Do I risk it all and take the hit
My fate now rests on the turn of a card
Still looking cool but sweating hard
Should dreams come true – or fortune lost
Will trust my luck – and risk the cost
Place my last Dollar in the slot
This final spin may be my jackpot
Like a fly that’s drawn towards the light
My pot of gold is almost in sight
Can’t turn away – I’m enjoying the flight
It’s just another Vegas night.
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Author:
Andy Hunter (
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Comments4
Good words Andy (great name). Did you lose your last dollar.
Andy
Thanks 👍 Won $10.00
Well done!
reads like the country music of poetry
thanks for sharing
Thanks for your comments. Hopefully some famous country singer will read your comment and record it, if so I will share any royalties with you
lol!
Never understood the appeal of gambling (odds and all that). However experienced the feel just then which to my mind says something about the quality of the work.
Don't think I will be going there though....
Thanks Dave, you're right it's a mugs game. I really appreciate your positive comment. Thanks 👍
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