Poem: ‘Casino in Small C’
Mark Rudman, 8 June 2006
for Jackson Lears
But it was no longer a casino. You could not even dice for drinks in the bar.
Malcolm Lowry
I missed the turn-off for the capital ‘c’ Casino and couldn’t find a place to turn around and hoped the rocks on this uncombed road battering the bottom of this rented wreck
wouldn’t crack an axle when I caught sight of the sign for a second casino...