Headline Poem 12/6/14 -- I'm a gambling man

I'm a gambling man 

I see a winning hand 

from two yards down. 

I know tricks 

and how to trade 

     his for hers and

hers     for mine. 

I know the smell of sea 

and how her hair 

sparkles at midnight 

when shampoo bubbles 

mix with thick salt. 

I'm a gambling man. 

I spin alone, but 

prefer on any given night 

to be under her

so 

I'll ask if she'll dance 

though

   I've 

been denied more 

than my share of times. 

When the sun goes down, 

I turn to me to say

I'll get along without her 

or they

but never without me

for 

I'm out of chips, 

and cash and all things green, 

but I'm a gambling man 

and on I play 

And on I play...