The gambler leaned across the aisle
and tucked the sleeve of Miss Louise.
"Excuse the interruption, please,
do we have time to play a while?"
The callow Miss held back a smile,
for now she didn't want to tease.
"Why, sir, I think there's time to squeeze
a game or two, if that's worthwhile."
She found him in the poker room
much later, leaving with the pot.
"Now, boys," he said, "please don't assume
my winning here is luck, it's not.
Just skill, I promise, I presumed
that cheating here would get me shot."
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.