On Eagles, horse and desperados

"Desperado, why don't you come to your senses.
You've been out riding fences
for so long now

Freedom oh freedom

Cruising all your highs and lows

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses
come down from your fences
open the gate
it may be raining
but there's a rainbow above you
you better let somebody love you"

All spoken out beautifully in the Eagles' wonderful voice
oh the music!

I think I just fell in love with watching horse racing.
Those shoe-shined, lean, full of animal magnetism
buzz in the air
horses, trainers making rounds
parade to those anticipating spectators
the possible winner
white lights on the green tracks
Bill boards and numbers
place your bets
price, dividends
desperate Uncles
in slippers, cheap cigarettes
Dark faces
desire to spend the night with
the never-present luck

2mins to race. Place your bets now.
Horses taking a short gallop
jockeys test-race
reveal a little
but not too much
Make that round to the gates
Forcing the adrenaline pulsing
jockey-on-horse inside
Gates closed
A hush descends
unwarned
They burst forth only seen on the screen
hoofs too far to be heard
In the lead, numbers, numbers, numbers
They draw closer to the grand stand
figures small unclear
Head for finish
that line ahead
Pulse race, Uncles' thunderous chants
Go Star, Go star
3, 3, 3, 13, 5 (in every imaginable dialect)
as if someone's fortune and life depended on it

The last lap
Jockeys lean , rising
butts way above seat
whips, fury, sweat, foams
gravity and speed
horses diving
admist chaotic shouts
it's over
"who's won?"
groans, mumbles, clapping
on screen the re-enactment of the
already dtermined outcome
slowly showing in all dramatic
the close gaps
and the undenial winner

Jockeys come full circle back
the winner steps up to take a photo
the rich angmoh in business suit
and his tai-tai wife
stand next to 'his' beast and man
smiling his tooth-paste advert smile
sleaze glitter , flash
at the betting booth, men
women feels the wave of reality
the dazzle is over
bet tickets strewn
like dead hope
swept up by an Indian woman