Blues for Maggie

(Based on the short story
"Pretty Maggie Moneyeyes" by Harlan Ellison)



Pretty Maggie Moneyeyes
Just half as old as she is wise
Haunts the road to gamblers' heaven�
Lookin' for that lucky seven.

And she knows every game in town
And every night a different clown,
But every night a little dies
Of Pretty Maggie Moneyeyes.

And what has died returns to haunt,
To proffer fortune and to taunt
With visions of that one big win
She never stopped believing in.

So if you see a leggy blonde
With flashin' jackpot eyes of blue
And lookin' in the pupils long,
Two dollar signs look back at you,

Remember Maggie with her dream
Of freedom in a slot machine,
Of coats and boats and private jets
And everything, except regrets!

I bet somewhere over Reno
Swayin' on her five-inch heels
Maggie prowls the Last Casino:
Priestess of the turning wheels.






© 1986 by Beth Stevens


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