The Last Dice

From the album The Last Dice, released 2020 by Rain City Records

© Alan AtKisson


Head hangin’ low

Eyes bleary

I shuffle round

in Istanbul


Never been so

world weary

Empty head

And a heart too full


The scent of spice

and salt water

draw me down

to the Bosporus


In the fading light

On the black water

I look for signs

That there’s hope for us


Longing for a future that is past

Like Ulysses lash me to the mast

Keep me sailing on the sea of here and now


Sharp minarets

In the first starlight

Draw my gaze

To an empty sky


I place my bet

On the long shot

Take the last dice

And let them fly