Full House Never Beats a Straight

Bottom shelf whiskey feels good on a cut
and the Bible's not healing the the pain
A bar stool's spinning, keeping her feet off the ground
every man feels the same.

Cigarette smoke cast a haze on the room
neon lights the way
The bourbon on his breath hides the shame on his face
Every girl looks the same.

She's got nothing to lose
He's got nothing to gain -
They're both at the table playing the same old game
but a full house never beats a straight.

Card key opens up the door to her room
He reaches and pulls the shade
Drinking  Champaign from a plastic cup
Every night goes the same.

She's got nothing to lose
He's got nothing to gain -
They're both at the table playing the same old game
but a full house never beats a straight.

Two A.M. and the rain's pour'n down
Steams rises up from the ground
She's lying on bed with a tear in her eye
Another hand lost this round.

She's got nothing to lose
He's got nothing to gain -
They're both at the table playing the same old game
but a full house never beats a straight.

Author's Note

Yes, I know a Full House beats a straight every time...except when you're down on your luck.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. I wrote my Texas poetry when I was station at Fort Hood, Texas. I loved the highway 35 and the Texas free spirit.
"She's got nothing to lose
He's got nothing to gain -
They're both at the table playing the same old game
but a full house never beats a straight."
I knew the above lines once. Good for the writer, not good for the soul. Thank you James for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[James]

I was at Ft. Bliss for AIT, then Bragg, but never made it to Hood

[Coyote Poetry]

Fort Hood was cool. Downtown Austin, one hour away taking the back road. I did my final years at Fort Steward.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, the despair in this poem is unabating..
two lives juxtaposed, meet in her room....neither comes out for the better.
it's a vicious cycle...but they both keep going back to the table.
well done, i say...you are playing with a poetic deck.
j.

[Ana Papaya]

I love it, the repetition. It's a hard luck kind of song for sure.
I just assume everything you write is a song now, it has that feel to it.

[James]

Kinda, but not everything. I think it's just easier