Dan The Man

At the tables all night
He swears
That's his way out of debt
Dan the man
Comes my way half alive
Half dead
He says he's all set
With a poker chip flippin'
In between the fingers
Of his left hand
With the cards he could have had
Still stuck in his head
A few comps in his pocket
And no money left for his rent
Makes the bus stop bench
Both his home and bed
A pack of cigarettes
add to the gambler's stench
For two or three whiskey nips
He'll share with you his pro tips
Ask Dan, he's the man
He lost his last dollar bill
But sure as shit he's always all in
Waits for the river
Four of a kind, all ladies
Against a royal flush
He gets up to shake hands
with the grave digger