the jersey pushed
   the door closed
 he had
his hand on the
  saddle
   but the horse had fled
"that weren't no talking horse"
 he confided
  "what did you say you wanted?"
"the tapes"
  "we got green, white, or blue."
"i'll come back tomorrow."
 outside the sky
was like a french new wave film
   I dodged along the sidewalk
 as the water
 lazily dripped
   I saw the fatboy watching me from inside
his '63 Belvedere
   "Stupid fatso!" I yelled
and then took off
I heard the door slam
but I was already gone
   ah we had some good times!
 later fatboy would choke on his
own tongue
never heard that happening before
  and i didn't believe it
the jersey probably did him in