#377 - The Prophesy of Tiresias

Someday I’ll take a deck of playing cards
And walk away from Las Vegas.
East, so not to end up at the Bicycle Club or the Commerce
Or see Ted or Huck running to the Bike on some bet.

I’ll keep walking for as long as it takes.
Until I find a town where people ask,
“What are those silly papers in your hand?
Could you teach us to play with them?”

I will smile and refuse of course.
Because if I comply
On the very first day some greasy-haired youth
Will commit all my chips with his A-5 against my A-T.
After a flop of 9-5-5 and
The rest of our chips are in the center
He will still fear my flush draw

Until he turns the case five.
Standing close, above the cards
He will lean into me
And bellow,

“I KNEW I HAD YOU!”