Keys

[good4somethingbum]

KeysSouthern skies’d darkened, gulls scattered..dogs were barkin’Ahead of the hurricaneThe Parrot Club was closin’, traffic was nearly frozenOutta Key BiscaynePete pulled up his collar, fingered the fifty dollarsIn his valet coatTimes were gettin’ tougher, his tips’d never coverThe doctor bills he owedHe ran out in the rain to fetch some purple EscaladeHe wondered what bought that ride if crime never paidThen he prayed that his windfall’d sail in from the seasThat driver slipped him two bucks when Pete gave him the keysPete made it home safely, found his pregnant wife bravely Waiting on the porchSeaweed in the gutters, as he boarded up the shuddersWindows and doorsMeanwhile a two-time felon, was on the south beach sellin’Contraband againTwo pistols in his waistband, to save him from the wastelandOf a Florida penCrate in his purple Escalade, speedboat by the pierThey had maybe twenty minutes, to get away free n clearWaves rose around the pilings, wind bendin’ old palm treesSuitcase of unmarked hundreds, for a crate full of keysThe kingpin in the Caymans, he put all his paymentsIn a shadow bankContact in Key Largo, he’d take half the cargo To a Jersey gangBut after all that schemin’, there were guns and screamin‘,During the doublecrossThat Escalade exploded, the fancy speedboat floatedAwhile and then was lostSoon the storm blew over and left starfish on the beachPete could see the moonlight had the tide on a leashHim and his wife were walkin’, along the peaceful seasThey found a scuffed up suitcase, that’d washed back to the Keys©2007 Robert George

[paults]

What a great story! Very nice job.

[good4somethingbum]

thanks Paul.