Ode to a friend who was murdered by his lover |
"June 20th Somewhere In Vegas" In the burrows of the darkness Where lovers try to reason By the wool of the Lamb at Charleston Jim "The Hessian" Hess fell by loves treason The slots in the city spun 'round about Under payphones the hohos found sleep The pimps and the dealers raffled their souls While the addicts and swingers did their back-alley leap Come now Jimmy, I'll teach you slither And let me show you my darkest of alleys My victims must have thought it were music When they met my snub-38-Sally The echoes have subsided all but forever Yet somewhere in the distance, I still hear them scream All the graveyard specials have been struck Neon pipe dreams are few and too far in between For the desert was black amid the twinkling twill Except for the glow of diamonds on lace This green studded, meth and blood money swill Has sent many a'player to their last resting place As for "Jimbo" he only saw the first dye roll by When Sally whispered "good night" in kisses on his back A crowd of people watched from the shadows And waged twelve and a half to one On that double odd black. Copyright. 1995 S.L. Schofield |