Cowboy Gambling – Some of the old Colorado Rocky Mountain gold camps like Central City, Blackhawk, and Cripple Creek have tried to regain their former glory of yesteryear in recent times by legalizing gambling. Now I am not sure if that is a good thing or a bad, but one thing I do know – it has given these old former ghost towns new life and the money to rebuild. As I travel now through the mountains besides doing photography, gold panning, and ghost town hunting – I have now a new option – that is gambling. Did I mention that I am not sure if that is a bad thing or not. Maybe you can decide from reading my poem.
When I feel I’m packing’ a heavy load of luck,
Drive to Blackhawk, Colorado in my ole’ Chevy truck.
Up the mountain road to the Lodge Casino,
Play 3 card poker, Black Jack, Bonus Six – even a little Keno.
There are two women dealers I think the world of,
Oh Hell! In truth have more than grown to love.
They always make me welcome as a pat straight flush,
They kind of get this cowboy tongue tied an’ starting to blush.
Julie and Tammy are the casino dealers of cards,
These two gals – I hold in the highest regards.
They’re so darn purty I always feel like taking’ my hat off to them,
They have sunny smiles that make me think of a shine on gems.
I reckon sitting at their tables – I just become enchanted,
Not paying much mind to the losing cards they just planted.
They almost always drop nothing’ higher than a two-spot,
No aces, face cards or tens – not diddly squat!
Hundred dollars here, hundred dollars there,
Another losing hand, this cowboy does declare.
This old cowboy looks in his wallet to take a peek,
Sure enough, that leather holder has sprung a leak.
More than a few times that this will occur,
Luck raveled out and cleaned down to my spurs.
My cowboy gambling mind starts to ponder an’ starts to dwell,
That I had about as much chance as a wax cat in hell.
If you have read this sorry poem – it may appear,
That this cowboy maybe plumb weak north of the ears.
Now I will tell in this tale known only to a few,
Any amount of money is worth sitting at a table with these two.
Even thou I may need a Doc that does skull practice,
I’m always left grinning’ like a jackass eating’ cactus.
Kurt James © 2017
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