matt fromm

Rookie - 20 Points (march 24 1982 / los angels, ca.)

Sunset Stranger - Poem by matt fromm

Too much one evening,
We were at Mel's on Sunset,
had been picked up by The Great Tula
The Great Tula had warrents,
Rick just called, asked if The Great Tula called me
I said no, The Great Tula talked fast, French, English, South African and American, jibber-jabber,
took food off others plates,
Rick want's her to be the next Mrs. Rick
But he won't make a move,
the birds out my window agree,
as does my sensible 3: 42 am bottle
The Great Tula reeked of tobacco,
some kind of brown stoge was her smoke of choice
The Great Tula would ask a black man
for one of his Newports, then ask if he was one of the Crips,
(of course he wasn't)
The Great Tula had a striking resemblance to Helena Bonham-Carter
and carried a katana sword in her back seat,
I wan't to scream in Ol' Ricks ear 'Hey! She's the 'ashtrey' for every punks 'cigarette' on the strip...if
your gonna ride into her 'palace' make it inside a 'Trojan horse'
(rim-shot, ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! SHIT.)
strange folks, good sandwich, got nothin else, long live The Great Tula

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 29, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 17, 2008

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