My mother would hum Dead Leaves
there, on our threshold,
and, in an old crystal set,
lingered the poets' souls.
Before the fountains of the casino
My father cared for the machines,
little trains called Michelines,
in winter, we would steal some coal
that we would take back home..
before the fountains of the casino
strobe lights were spinning for tangoes
saturday nights in the casino
I played in balls on my guitar
Dreaming I could become a star..
Before the fountains of the casino..