Green Felt

Green Felt


And there are seven other people
around the green felt
like a very adult picnic.
Gin and tonics on a summer night,
around green felt grass.
Large glass, lots of ice,
I'll keep my head, think twice,
but never take my own advice.

Party games,
a range of cards to be played
insanely on the lawn,
drunks' croquet
on green felt, with you accross the way.
Rummy, snap,
I was always good at those.
Just goes to show that all cards aren't the same.

It's still in here, but still
I hold my hand tight,
it feels like it might just blow away
and you'll see my fist of shamrocks,
darly dangerous
and clamouring for luck
as I watch the leafy spades and tulip hearts
float and settle on the green felt grass

This is a summer night,
and despite the walls, the cold, the others, the dark,
It's you and I, a game, a park,
I play my part.
Not as a cloud or a breeze,
a dusky burd, the hissing in the trees.
I'm the green felt.
Play me please.