Honey and High Stakes

Beneath the brim where the cowboy sways. Three bees gather in a smoky

haze. Cards kiss, felt chips clack in line. Honey wages hum

in time. A buckshot Billy with a stinger grin. Pushing all in

though I never win. Tap the brim like a snare on time.

Deal me dust, I'll still call it mine. Boot heel click and bad shine.

Raise old nothing but a crooked sign. Dealer blinks, I bite that

bait. Buzz low, slow roll fate. Deal the hand, let the chips

all fall. Sweet as nectar in a bar room brawl. Honey drips slow