Revel

Hey, Eric. Laugh?

I shuffled down the road to those Vegas lights
to trade aluminum for whiskey and wine.
Where the walls do not tell time,
I found another waifish woman with “far away eyes.”
Bluffing with a roulette smile,
she bet on black and lost it all.
Shooting like a star, now she’s Fortune’s fool;
I was a sure-fail gamble.

I warned you once that Love’s a loser’s game.
And traveling men, we mean no harm,
but we just can’t be caged.

I got a long way ahead of me,
and the road is my mistress.
There is no stopping these feet
and no telling what is next.
I’m making love to this moment.

I rode on a Rainbeau to Puget Sound
with the Aesthetic to the Money-Go-Round.
I went fishing in the fashionable frowns,
and caught another waifish woman in a funeral gown.
She led me through Heaven’s gates of cloud.
I went to hell and back but never left town.
I wandered just to wonder and wondered just to wander,
and ended back in the desert somehow.

I warned you once, my heart is a cactus flower.
Look but don’t touch, like but don’t love,
or you’ll end up scarred.

I got a long way ahead of me,
and the road is my mistress.
There is no stopping these feet,
and no telling what comes next.
I’m making love to this moment.

Every stateline
is another tell-tale sign.
I make a new lover
out of every mile marker.