A Caucus Race

Take the last bus home with the quarters
in your pockets left over from pinball machines
at the bar many streets from your house.
casino lights still flicker in your eyes your
teeth taste faintly of flesh and gold tonight.
you've been waiting for a long time between the
dancing and the refill line she touches your wrist
you start to sweat but it's just drinks and time
playin' tricks. go back go back just get away from
me your teeth taste faintly of flesh and gold.