Connie Johnson
Vegas
"If it wasn't for hustlers, gangsters
and gamblers, there'd be no jazz" — Betty Carter
Okay, so now I just want to drive to Vegas
Though money's never been the objective:
Euros francs rubles yen what's that again?
None of it makes cents to me
I just like to wander thru casinos & whisper
To each blackjack bandit:
yr alone
& yr alone
& yr alone
It comforts me
Don't judge me for my losses
Jazz laced through my veins
During each of my acoustic solos
I only came here to disappear
Bio
Connie Johnson is a Los Angeles, CA-based writer. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Iconoclast, Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Mudfish, Exit 13, Misfit Magazine, Jerry Jazz Musician and Voicemail Poems.