Asked him if he wanted any Rye. He nodded an' took the bottle, drinkin' from it slow, pushin' it back. Me an' this Detective, this killer with an agency an' wars he was wagin'. We talk at the bar, sometime it's a spar, testin' each other's mettle, an' sometime it's just talk.
An' then sometime, like this time, it's my favorite kind of conversing, makin' jackets.
He queue's if the boomdowns're for any kind'a sinnin', or are they strict-like coin-operated. That made me smile on the inside, gave him a snicker, even. Told him no, they rile when I get riled. They stop snoozin' an' start bitin' when I tell 'em to. When they know I'm antsy.
See, this is the part where he's wagin' war. This is the part where he plucks at just the right notes on my little dead heart's piano, an' says he knows a whole host'a rapists an' turn-murderers who ain't been put in the clink. But he knows who they are, an' after a few more drinks, hands me a rolled-up list. So now I know who they are. And soon enough I gon' know where they are. A few lines'a scripture, though it ain't coverin' nothin' in any deal I'd make at The Spur.
But we ain't at The Spur, an' he ain't no usual client. See, them notes already been plucked. They ain't able to be unplucked, now. Won't stop playin' until I snuff every one'a 'em on that list.
And that just what I plan on doin'. War or not, there's plenty need killin'.
An' then sometime, like this time, it's my favorite kind of conversing, makin' jackets.
He queue's if the boomdowns're for any kind'a sinnin', or are they strict-like coin-operated. That made me smile on the inside, gave him a snicker, even. Told him no, they rile when I get riled. They stop snoozin' an' start bitin' when I tell 'em to. When they know I'm antsy.
See, this is the part where he's wagin' war. This is the part where he plucks at just the right notes on my little dead heart's piano, an' says he knows a whole host'a rapists an' turn-murderers who ain't been put in the clink. But he knows who they are, an' after a few more drinks, hands me a rolled-up list. So now I know who they are. And soon enough I gon' know where they are. A few lines'a scripture, though it ain't coverin' nothin' in any deal I'd make at The Spur.
But we ain't at The Spur, an' he ain't no usual client. See, them notes already been plucked. They ain't able to be unplucked, now. Won't stop playin' until I snuff every one'a 'em on that list.
And that just what I plan on doin'. War or not, there's plenty need killin'.