Jetting down forty-seventh at seventy-five
he slows down in front of the corner store
polished silver Colt clenched in his sweaty right palm
grabbed the loot and made a clean getaway
ditched the car and walked to a friend’s house
where the party started hours ago
he started first with Jack
then came the weed, the cherry burning his lips
an all around professional in everything he did
he grabbed the first woman he saw to finish the night with
pulled a job, got drunk, stoned and laid
and wasn’t even caught
thanking the gods for his good fortune
and for the strength and courage
of a room full of Arnolds and Slys
hell, it felt like he was starring in his own movie
and the bank is just around the corner
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