I survey the crowd,
Picking my targets one by one.
Tonight it’s all tourists,
So easy it’s not even fun.
Pockets stuffed with money,
And bellies full of rum.

I yell to be heard over the crowd,
It’s a wonder my face doesn’t turn blue.
“Who wants to see some magic?”
“Some might even call it Voodoo!”
“It was taught to me by a witchdoctor.”
“During dark nights on the Bayou!”

I choose a young professional.
With the flame of liquor, his eyes are lit.
I silently thank Jack Daniels.
For making him forget.
That the ace in his pocket,
“Magically” replaced a wallet.