Ain't gonna be no bettin' man
no more.
Came to Vegas with some big-ass dreams
Winnin's not easy as they make it seem.
Lost my yellow Mustang; man I loved that car
chattin' up some slick fella at the bar.
Couldn't get nothin' 'cept this wreck–no horn.
Drivin' back to Tennessee in a black dust storm.
Ain't gonna be no bettin' man
no more.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
A fun but short trip. I love the going back to Tennessee bit,
I tease my SIL about not wearing shoes. She lives in Jackson.
(I too had a mustang in my write with a picture of my own Stang.)
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Win or lose on red or black. Oh no, lose!
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That is amazing! Wow, I love it.
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Thanks, Christine!
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I had that Tom Robinson song, ‘Driving’, in my head as I read this. Love your ‘Bettin Man’.
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Thanks so much, WWN!
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Lesson learned. For now. 🙂
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For now, being the key words. Thanks, wyndolynne!
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I am feeling these lines! It could be the lines of a song. Have a great Sunday Sara!
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Thanks so much, Carrie. Loved the image!
Happy Weekend!
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Yes, this would make a perfect song. Love the rhyme……
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Thanks, Sherry!
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Yep! Love the lyricism in your poem ….. You brought the image to life.
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Thanks, Helen!
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Sounds like a better plan!
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Thanks, Shay!
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I wonder how many leaving Vegas could use those words. Wonder how many were cured!!
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Yes, that is something to ponder.
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A fun but short trip. I love the going back to Tennessee bit,
I tease my SIL about not wearing shoes. She lives in Jackson.
(I too had a mustang in my write with a picture of my own Stang.)
..
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Thanks, Jim!
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Sometimes it takes losing your wheels to make a bettin’ man slow down.
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It’s all on foot now.
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Sounds like the lyrics to a blues song. I’m glad he learned that tough lesson, saves a lot of heartache down the road…
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If it sticks!
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