Sitting among the cold gray walls
Playing solitaire on washing machines,
I listen to taxi cab calls
And bustling train tracks 'tween.

The chopped meandering skyline
Is glowing a hot searing gold,
Building backs black to mine,
Eclipsing under setting fold.

Red ten upon black jack,
Ace moved up into bracket,
Hydrolines sway and slack
As the rush hour raises its racket.

Queen into corner, followed by King,
My game is coming to a close.
A drunk couple stumble and sing,
Under neon blues and rose.

Back in the box I put the deck
And throw in a load to clean.
Hoist my belt and scratch my neck
And see in hall her lean.