the jack straw of burberry street
   wore corn husker shoes
 he spit in a can and swore he'd never
be the same
 even as you held the pistol to his head
go down the alley now
  behind the garbage cans
there's a skinny dog
and you can sleep on the beach
 look at the women
in their bathing suits
  you stole a woman's hand bag
and ended up doing six months
  learned how to whistle
for the rafters
  and grifting's no future
don't blame the white walls
 lay down in a shadow
and wait for the noonday sun to pass