Roll Of The Dice Poem by Peter Williamson

I first met Delilah in this club where the life was as dim as the light
A place where sad souls hide as secret lovers of the night
I had seen her here before, more than just once or twice
In this dive of ne'er-do-wells called Roll of the Dice
She sat in the shadows, dear shadows, so kind to her age
An out of tune singer crooned blues from the stage
There's love to be had - yours can be mine
Then I slipped alongside her and whispered that line
Weary couples circled the dance floor in a roulette of love
Coloured dots flew down from the twirling glass ball above
Dappling the faces, worn, by sadness and sorrow
Where every yesterday was the same as tomorrow
Delilah smiled softly through ruby red lips
This wasn't her scene, she murmured, she just came here for kicks
She says she's looking for a dark priest or a sexy ex-nun
Or someone smart who carries a gun
I understood her and lonely nights were well known
I had gambled with life and had been in a hell of my own
Your place or mine I murmured - a truly well-worn refrain,
You will like what you see and I have the cocaine
It sounds so good and it is hard to refuse
You played a good hand and you don't have to lose
I'm not into men - women are more my thing
But my hubby likes blokes, are you able to swing?