Magnificent, grand hotels,

And modern, bustling malls,

Scatter across the strip.

Busy, honking cars,

Slowly crawl through the streets,

Choked with traffic.

There are casinos filled

With the acrid stench of lit cigars,

Filled with slot machines

That shine with fancy designs and lights,

And there are empty poker tables.

As the sun sets, the hotels and malls,

Become towers of

Sparkling, twinkling lights.

The stream of cars

Becomes even busier,

And the slot machines seem to become even more distracting,

As card dealers stand behind the poker tables,

Waiting for their next victims.