Jack Streak

Cards are dealt.

The wheel spins in the dark.

Dimly lit table, green felt under hands

Holding on to pairs that no one understands

Waiting for the paint,

waiting for the king

Just one more discard,

let the sirens sing The dealer watches,

cold and stone

In this crowd

we

stand alone

Will you break

or will you

fold?

Jacks or better, keep the streak alive

Double down to watch the numbers rise

Slick and cold under the ceiling glare

Catching lightning in the midnight air

Staring down the face cards,

queen of hearts

This is where the late-night fever starts

No more looking back,

the bet is set

A quiet game of patience and regret Jacks or better,

keep the streak alive

Double down to watch the numbers rise

Slick and cold under the ceiling glare

Catching lightning in the midnight air Jacks or better...

The wheel spins

out. Just one

more...