Tickets to the Show
Into the bathroom The floors carpeted finely In this last chance town The doorman wipes up A few motes of wayward dust And ushers me in Dealers sit inside Ready to play a few hands I decide to sit A few hands go by Lose a little win some more Uneventfully Two jokers show up I realize it is a dream And I make a fuss They seem caught off guard Take my money and play on The jokers smile I become enraged And they quickly fold the hand Rushing for something They present tickets Two pair and four of a kind Bombalurina