Lucky from Árabe by Amanda Ekery

Do the lines know she’s playing
As she punches the max bet
Pouring all the week’s frustrations
Into her dicey outlet
Watching those sevens tumble
Away like her concerns
it always hits the sweet spot
increasing her returns

She walks knowing the landscape
Every buzzer, crank and word
Her eyes always searching for
The ones her ears’ not heard
The usuals know what’s coming
When she closes in on one
Winning doubles and free games
It’s something more than fun

is it a danger or a dedication
Comfort or a culture
A risk or a ritual
A streak or a skill
an escape or an expense
Temptation or tradition
A condition or a cure
Or just a habit for the thrill

She never told her secrets
Til her granddaughter came
Came to her church of worship
To learn to play her game
How to bet, how much and when to quit
When to move on and when to hit
Sharing her history bit by bit
So that she can play on and on, on and on…

Play play play lucky
Lucky in the bones
Bones that hold the tricks of knowing
Knowing ties of old
Play play play lucky
Lucky in the bones
Bones that know the touch of loving
Loving all you hold, all you hold

• Country
• Jazz
• Rock
• singer-songwriter