HOME MEANS LAS VEGAS
The soul of my City is also Chicago’s and L.A.’s
The pulse of our streets
is a melting pot of citizens from every place
Showgirls, school teachers, card dealers, Metro Police,
Doctors, pit bosses, cab drivers,
Maids, fire fighters, and secretaries
We master plan our communities
We build spaghetti bowls to get around the valley
We welcome a foundation from Agassi
Together, we all find a way to make this our Home
As we welcome our visitors and transplants
From New York to London to Rome
On February 14, you should see the lines,
All the Elvises prepare for nuptials
as brides and grooms share vows for Valentines
Like a game of craps, our city can be fast
With NASCAR races, Runnin’ Rebels,
And Thunderbird jet blasts
Or, our city can be more serene instead,
Embraced by snow-tipped canyons
and chaparral, and rocks of red
Want New York? Italy? France?
See the Statue of Liberty, the Eiffel Tower,
See Bellagio’s fountains dance
At dinner tables, we gaze at our twinkled horizon and sigh
No other City is so beautiful as ours
As a pyramid’s light punctuates the sky
What a shame some tourists don’t see
“Home Means Nevada”
and home means Las Vegas to me
Written December 9, 2004