Driving to Las Vegas, I am
Thrilled about this trek
I love to feel that green felt table
And a newly shuffled deck

Pealing rings of slot machines, I
Walk right by them all
Twenty-One has better odds
A hit or stay - it's mine to call

Changing wads of money, for those
Chips like precious stones
I allow myself to pounce
Into that chair; I sit my bones

Looking for my fortune, I just
Know it's in that stack
As the dealer flings those cards out
How I hope for that blackjack

Playing now for hours, with no
Chance for me to win
That pot of gold; I'm finished
Once again, long in the chin.