Jackpot.

Jackpot

Theres a dog looking at me with puppy eyes
baby bedroom eyes
begging me to give to the blind
theres a bar maid baby
a tattooed bar maid baby
laughing hard
who i just ignore shade
and otherwise
i wouldnt ignore
id push the blinds up
on top of my head
engage her with a smile
and slide over a hand written note
ink seeping into the soft pillow of a napkin
spreading dots and lines
a hunter s thompson
back yard baby
baby spanky baby
begging me baby
to give to the blind
i ignore her
and picture us
lighting sandwiches
with a zippo lighter
let the light burn baby
until one foot is on top of the other
squirming in frustration
this bitch isnt used to being ignored
shes a portrait in the gallery
where i write
id rather have a coke with you
so sexy nymphettareetis legs get tight
they press together
with Zeus's touch all over her hand
the punters dont see
shes getting flushed bar room baby
but we do we sniff varnish and fold
the smell of sex
bursting from the pour
ride on time
we blow the joint
as her flop explodes
i flick my sandwich like a movie
archwheeling to a puddle full of gasoline
you flick a coin
like its the moon sailing backwards over your shoulder
into the slot of the fruit machine
three cherrys in a row