They boarded a midnight flight
without thinking beyond
the seatback movie,
the car service had better be there,
hope the hotel has my reservation.
Others awoke at first light
expecting to see a text—
Riding to the office, will email later.
No one feels like a gambler
when sunrise is a sure thing.
There are no cards to play,
no dice to roll, no horses to bet,
only small choices— do I take 360 or 370,
ok, that one is a little more, but I save a night in a hotel,
type your details, click ok, credit card please.
We look at a clock and never see
the little wheel behind the second hand,
double zero ending the game.
— Published in LIPS #42/43 (2015)