As the sun looks set to end his speech for the day
Old crow town pale in its appearance
Mope in distaste and spits out anything the day has offered
October in a few days, plans still left unopened
The Brooklyn brothers was the last resort for us in Mississippi, a bar carved in the 80s and had survived its stormy days and well cultured by the old folks over here,
Year after year its rickety doors and blown bulbs unattended to signed at us, it has serve as a shelter for all
Old Stevens still serves, 84 yet still on his feet, he was caramel in skin and a little of ochre in his face,
Rumor had it, he once fought in the world war
But he never held a gun, but he sure got a four star to his name, but this were mere glories, popularly know now abandoned in old crow town, rot to die in Brooklyn bar
A rumour soon knocks on everyone's ear
There had been a shooting
And none lived to tell the tale
Just corpse and guns left to write about
Two couples,had brawled all night they said in the papers,
Jane had tipped me a cigarette and I had puffed
I know them I said
I had met them on my way to Boston and they offered to pay for my tickets
Some bastard must have taken my wallet unknown to me
The ivory looking man and his umber looking wife
Thats all. I could tell of them, I sip in a mouthful of liquor and settled again for the cigarettes jane tipped me
Cruel world , death sells and we all. Must buy
We just pray it offers good money when it comes for us.....
F