I lost big at the poker table
and the zipper on my coat
wouldn’t go north.
Jumped in the car for home.
My motor was coughing and pissin’
So I pulled over
for a nice glass of Pastis
and they were out.
I left a tip and
went home with a club soda.
Somedays, you just can’t win.
Stroke that —
you never win,
you just convince yourself
luck will return
as the big dices in the sky
come up snake eyes
after snake eyes
we none the wise.
