The Queen of Clubs

I left the car and on the ground
I was surprised at what I found:
A playing card, with folded crease
And possibly, some tire grease.

The Queen of Clubs was lying there;
The other cards were who knows where.
Did it slip out from in its deck?
There really was no way to check.

Or was it placed with some intent?
If so, I wonder what it meant.
I'll never know, for soon we left, 
The Queen of Clubs still there, bereft.

Somewhere somebody's hopes will crush 
When he can't make a royal flush.