Dead Man's Bluff

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Dead Man’s Bluff ©2016 Robert George BMI

First, Sam’s business partner stole a million cash
And escaped to someplace south of Ecuador
Then his sweet young wife went missing from their yacht
And they found her thong and nightie on the shore
So he bought a gadget off of Amazon
And swept his cliff side bungalow for bugs
Then he took the phony passport and the cash
From the floor safe hid beneath the Persian rug

Tossed a vodka bottle in his vintage Stingray
And he gunned it down that winding viper road
And the Corvette hit the railing right at midnight
Even bats in hell could see that car explode
On the rocks far below Dead Man’s Bluff

Well, a Grey Goose label washed up in the sand
And detectives found it two miles down the beach
Sam watched from a sailboat while a rising moon
Sucked the blood from sundown like a leech

Then a slinky shadow slipped up quietly
Kissed his neck and slid his hand around her waist
They were headed south and blessed with friendly seas
Ev’ry trace of their existence was erased
By a plan called the Dead Man’s Bluff

Sam remembered how desire for revenge
Fueled their passion just a few short weeks before
Yeah, his sweet young wife had shed her clothes,
Tossed ‘em overboard and struck a moonlit pose
Climbed down off their yacht and took a dinghy to the shore

And now they were moored in South America
Where they bribed a local for a man’s address
And he said a gringo bought a hill top house
With a wide veranda that was facing west

Sam’s old business partner stood there sippin’ Scotch
Yeah, his crime had paid and he was livin’ well
Then a pen knife slid between is shoulder blades
He pitched forward through the rail and as he fell
He knew he’d fallen for a Dead Man’s Bluff

Sam ransacked his partner’s home and found the cash
Then he met his woman on their boat at dawn
They licked champagne off each others’ skin,
Their love was drunk and sweet and dried by wind
But by sunset ev’ry ripple of their wake was gone

Sam was standing at the stern and gazing south
When his sweet young wife gave him a sudden push
She was at the wheel when he was swallowed up
Moonlight on her sticky breasts and dewy bush

Though he’d been reported dead in Malibu
It was choppy foreign seas that claimed his breath
She had lived and loved for cash and yet somehow
She had found her fortune in her husband’s death
As if she’d carved the curves of Dead Man’s Bluff

Six months later and she’s anchored off of Montserrat
And ev’ry night the sound of clanging shackles haunts her yacht
Thirty silver pieces melted into chains and cuffs
And is the ghost who walks the moonlit waves a Dead Man’s Bluff