then a casino though never
a racehorse, a philosopher be,
it was Churchill Downs who ended the race
fifty years and then nothing, spin the wheel,
you could go to Pompano to watch
the harness racing, only it is gone, too
some say its better for the horses some say it aint.
Just a two-dollar bet don’t make me a saint.
Calder, oh Calder, I remember when
and Hialeah and so much more
and there isn’t even a Neil to make jokes no more.
He went to heaven or wherever atheist Jews
are supposed to go.
So, say on what you will,
was it Calder who cost me all of this,
and what of the flamingos, anyway?