Where small-town dreams meet skies of blue,
Neon lights in the evening glow,
A canvas where both worlds collide, just so.
A diner’s sign flickers, red and gold,
While the town’s old clock stands proud and bold.
Apple pie cools on a windowsill,
As Elvis croons from a slot machine’s trill.
The courthouse stands with a neon crown,
In this painted town where night wears a gown.
The parade rolls by with a wink and a grin,
As high school queens and gamblers join in.
Church bells ring, but the jackpot’s high,
Under a painted, twinkling Vegas sky.
A canvas of contrasts, joy in the seams,
Where Main Street and Vegas share their dreams.