October 8, 2015


Up and down
the neon strip, 
lots overflow
with pre-owned cars.
You can take
a pawn-shop loan,
spend your last dollar
in down & out bars.
Hookers walk by
in shorts and heels,
turning quick tricks,
knowing how good
good luck feels.
Let the Lady
touch you now,
guide you through
the shining stars.
Bright lights shout,
a winner each hour,
come on in,
taste the power.
Though luck might be
a flash in the pan,
her nightly fireworks
fill the sky.
Come in once
before you die,
she has your number,
just don't ask why.