Said, 'If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right. Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.Īnd the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow. He said, 'Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,Īnd knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.Īnd if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.įor a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice.' 'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak. So we took turns a-starin' out the window at the darkness I met up with the gambler we were both too tired to sleep. On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere, I want to know how the poker sequence is a metaphor for life.
C'mon folks, surely there are bigger and better questions to be asked about CR.
