What? (A poem written while en route to a Lake Charles Casino, June 23, 2008. He’s the pool guy, she’s the gambler.)
More trucks in used car lots,
less on the freeway
Fewer at Starbucks,
but not at my icehouse
Fast traffic on the right,
slow on the left
Fire sales on
“mother” of Texas trucks
While I go on listening
to the sound machine
Bringing back memories
of the Double Bayou
Yellow buses grazing
under a cotton-ball sky
Arriving at the casino,
where all the SUV’s have gone
Wake me when it’s over,
for it’s a family affair
But, just remember
I ain’t your dude
So you can’t buy me with
a “Two-Step” lottery card
Make it a beer or two
at the pool-side bar
Times are different,
so continue lying to me
— kenne
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
These days we are 30 minutes from a casino. In The Woodlands, Texas, we were 2 & 1/2 hours from a casino. I’m still out by the pool, but in the shade. — kenne