They clinked small coffee mugs and toasted to Las Vegas, to Circus Circus, to the rest of the trip that they decided there could now be Packs of tired gamblers came in and out of the diner With bloodshot, five AM eyes and rumpled, half undone ties. They seated themselves and tried their luck With blueberry pancakes, orange juice, And meatloaf cut to look like dice. The waitresses called them any number of pet names, And brought more juice, more coffee, more syrup. Traffic moved to and fro on the strip behind us, And a drunken gambler tottered to the register And fell onto counter, then the floor