leaving your luck in Las Vegas 6 am. I waited with the luggage and an extra cup of coffee no sugar, a little milk while you checked out and I watched the desert morning too bright sun too harsh and ramrod straight to hide all those wrinkles and sags of losses and wins I swore I'd never have when he walked in with the blond passed out drunk over his left shoulder staggering under the weight of lady luck after the luck is all used up and he tripped over our bags ricocheting down the line of slot machines laying a trail of high heels and silver dollars until he tosses her like dice in the green felt bed of a crap table her beaded dress pulled up here and down there and slid clear off of there a lingerie ad that wasn't really selling lingerie and we didn't know what to do didn't know how to read the square faces of her man-made breasts but I believe it was snake-eyes LeeAnn Heringer |