The first game, was harmless and full of lights and chips and fun Nightly Gents and Ladies, were there and she was dreaming of the one

Looking around at the group, you could tell who was new to the game There was one sharp looking man, in a checked suit with no name

He had a sly stigma, about him as his dark eyes shifted all around This was not his first game in town, and I knew he was the underground

Some of the spin and chip folks, like the fantastic euphoria that a win brings At the end of the gambling night, I singularly collect my cash and my things