Nine hours of sitting atthe Carribean stud table
Hour after hour they come, lose two or three
or four hundred then leave
The money means nothing to them-- Twenty-five
dollar chips nothing more than gum drops
They don't play to win, it's all ego,
all show, to be fashionably insecure
I shout out to the crowd--
Hey I'm still here, After all these years
I'm here and I'm beating Vegas
It's four a.m.-- I don't care for any of the dealers,
they have nothing to lose
I am the one who is gambling
A hundred and Eighty dollars ahead
Outside I reach for my last quarter,
A couple of homeless people waiting around
Five days in Vegas-- I look at them, caged in my
own greed put my last quarter in, hit nothing!
Hand in pocket holding my winnings,
I say--
Sorry guys, that was my last quarter