Bonnie And Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You could say to
Go on changing the
Deputy’s plans
And we could continue
Fooling with the law,
But I am riddled with
Bullets and
Growing tired.
The Hudson is out of
Gas down in the valley
Under the oak tree,
And you are seeing
Other men—
You say you don’t remember
Where you buried the
Money,
But that’s a swell new
Dress you’re wearing.
I don’t want you to swear to
It on your mother.
Now come here close to
Me and lets kiss, so
I can feel the warmth of
Your cheek,
And hear your heartbeat
Fast and reckless
From the cocaine;
But, listen, I hear it going
Away,
Like a car’s engine,
Receding like the tide, as
The sea lifts up her skirts and
Begins to follow a new sun—
I’ll just lie down here
In the front seat and
Stain the upholstery with
My final breaths,
As you steal my gun
And run on.