An Ode to My Spades Partner (An Ode to Joi)

I can tell by that twinkle in your eye,
You know what I’m thinking
And just like magic, you and I,
Together, make wonderful books
That tell stories of victories won,
Trains ridden and friends lost
Because there’s no room for hate at the table
And 500 don’t take all night
So let’s show ‘em what these Spades can do before twilight
You got 4, I got 4 and a possible
We so good, that sounds like 10 to us
No, our math ain’t perfect, but the cards we make dance
Around the table are
You trump hearts, I trump clubs and nary 3 diamonds between us
‘cept that deuce
And, baby, we all know that’s a Spade
We cuttin’ like a blade
Our opponents, once with chicken wing arms
Now don’t even bother to reach out for books
We give ‘em that look
It’s hopeless after that, we laugh to our own soundtrack
As we match up suits, back, to back, to back
Our voices get so loud across the table, we might as well
Be screamin like we’re 5 miles apart
I’m talking so much junk, a turd falls out my mouth
And clear off the tip of my lip onto the table;
Now that’s some good shit talkin’
We’ve all got 3 cards left, you flip all of yours over
Big, Little, deuce of Spade
And just like that, the last train has left the suburb
And you, you my dearest Spade partner
Are the conductor