Little Joe @the Backdoor!

In an alley where the moon hung low,

Little Joe stepped light, his feet just so,

Through the back door, his eyes a-spark,

His whispers fluttered in the dark.

"Dice in hand, a gambler's soul,

I'll throw my luck, I'll take control,

For in the clatter of bones and chance,

I find life’s most daring dance."

Craps, he murmured, his fervent creed,

On streaks of fortune where the brave may lead,

The world spun silent, save the roll,

Of those small cubes that chart the toll.

Snake eyes lurking, boxcars’ call,

Little Joe bet, risking all,

Each bounce a story, fate's reply,

On green felt dreams soar high or die.

He tossed, they landed, fate was cast,

A moment’s gasp, and then, at last,

Cheers like thunder, bright as day,

For fortune, it seemed, favored play.

"Shooting dice, a path I weave,

Between the stars, I believe,

Every outcome, lose or draw,

Is just another chance, another door."

So there he stood, where luck may grace,

With a gambler's grin upon his face,

Little Joe, through the back door, he came,

Into the night, alight with the game.