Blackjack Romance - Poem by Ray Andrews
Palpable cigarette smoke filling my nostrils
And molodically chirping slot machines
Calling all customers
As I walk into a dark casino
My eyes adjust and I notice some
Blackjack tables using one deck; nobody
Notices this new player who sits down quietly
At a one deck game and declines a
Free cocktail from a scantily dressed beauty
Quite soon there are three players remaining
The other two are speaking in a foreign tongue
The cards are fluidly dealt; the two speak more rapidly
As we approach the end of the deck
Their speech becomes very excited by the end of the deck
They play as one, betting two hundred dollars and
Are dealt a Blackjack; the dealer has an ace showing
Just a few cards remain in the deck
Should they take the insurance bet?
They are debating I'm sure
I guess they are counting, keeping count out loud, undetected
Discussion continues in their language
The dealer impatiently urges them on
I take it in with a racing heart, as if their wager was mine
Players and dealer on edge
A loud roar from a neaby crap table-nobody here flinches
The discussion continues for several minutes
No paper with figures, no calculators, just noise.
If they are counters and know the unexposed cards, they'll know their move
Do they know the strategy? Do they know the cards? I think they do
They take the bet and stand. One hundred dollars on whether the dealer's down card is a ten. The dealer flips his bottom card- a ten. The hands are the same, no payoff there.
But the two men win two hundred dollars on the insurance wager.
They quickly leave.
Blackjack romance blooms in my heart
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