Baby, lately I been wondering
maybe I've lost my touch,
you been a chillin'...
and I'm thinking way too much -
Cops drinking coffee
checking my plates,
we're both pushing' hard
against the fates -
A couple drinks down
that bank looks nice and easy;
been a good long while
since you was naughty and sleazy -
A dollar in the juke box...
songs about Amsterdam; but ya know,
too many shots to the gut
takes the fight outta any man -
Billy the Kid
strolls in the bar,
askin', who owns
that cool ol' muscle car -
We hit that bank hard
and got away clean, and fast;
some things people choose to love
just don't last -
Baby, I'll send you a postcard
from down ol' Mexico way; but,
alas, you never really listened much
to what I was trying to say, anyway -
'This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.' - Prospero, from Shakespeare's 'The Tempest'
Well, Smoky, the rhythms and diction feel familiar, but the subject's different for you. -Glen
I love it. Lol, Old William Bonney himself. Salutations old friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is nice expressive of robbery, a sweet robbery that takes away all yet leave us back as the richest man on earth. Beautiful.