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Small Time Desperado Blues

Painting the town
all gun-metal grey;
A solar eclipse, silhouettes in the wind
lisping and slipping around-
   dressing from the lost and found
She turns the wheel.
He minds all the rules.
She smokes and says nothing,
he watches the news footage reels-
   she wishes she still had those heels.
well, credit is due,
and prison time, too.

27 May 07

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