The Only Gambler in Las Vegas

Standing alone outside the Mirage,
I felt like the only gambler in Las Vegas.
The parlay ticket in my pocket guarded,
like a Top Secret document.
A loss would do me
"grave and serious damage".
But don't we all thrive on taking chances?
Some of us simply lack the courage to admit so.

I saw her legs first, emerging
from the limo in nyloned perfection.
Now a valet opening the casino door,
words gathered, a stone in my throat,
"Would the lady care for company?"
I made myself a dog at odds of 8-1,
yet, a crooked finger beckoned me follow.
I felt like the only gambler in Las Vegas.




Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2009-02-21 at 06:35

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You know exactly how a story wants to be told...
2009-02-22


Bob
Yes, you had my attention too.
2009-02-21


Kathy Lockhart
very nicely written with a captivating storyline leaving the imagination to explore. applaud
2009-02-21