Under the eagle eye behind her
the card went into the slot
and he prompted the play.
Perpetual noise jangled,
whirring images, cymbols bangled
across the screen, ubiquitous splay.
The numbers tumble down, stay
for another spin, hope without
a prayer that luck will begin
With a new bet, jaw stoic
and stout, seeking one machine
and a better aura to flout.
One dollar, and then fourteen,
the woman seated next eyes the screen.
He pushes the button marked "cashout."
Moves away, for luckier sway,
and the watcher moves in,
convinced she's got a sure payout
In an abandoned hot spot...
odd, white slips cloned for green,
pale tongue of cold hearted machine.