Vegas Rich
leaning sideways into my sister’s
dreams, I am
observing the opulent
Vegas rich, poor and soon to be
one or the other; the girls
running around willy-nilly
in skimpy bikinis and veils
and all the while
a jingle jangle of sound
pulsing, rhythmic flashes
of neon, nice guys
drunk on the sensory intake,
heineken and holiday,
they propose in the elevator.
Vegas is ordering the stars
to line up and dance like those
flashy golden girls inside
the lounge
Vegas is calling it’s own name
in the hallelujah of coins
dripping into buckets
and stalled cars on the strip
honking
women whooping like cranes
leaning out the moonroof in a by-the-hour limousine
It’s all good, I murmur,
rounding corners in this maze of a hotel.
This circus is free, just walk through
the double doors, out of the Nevada sun
gasp you last breaths
of clean air
melt into the seat
pull out your pocket book money
and settle in.
Just don’t settle down.
09/11/2000