Over bottles and glasses on the bar
the sad murmurs and soft clucks.
A dice cup tockles out the bones
"Horse apiece".
"Boxcars".
"Snake eyes".
Loser buys the round.
Raffle tickets for a dollar,
six for five bucks.
Whatever happens, happens.
What though you are lucky or unlucky?
The price of a drink is the same.
If love were only so certain,
there would be more empty stools
in this tavern.
Yeah, a couple more.
You thirsty?
Make it three, Freddy.
Thanks.
Prosit.