Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Hear the Street Car Coming

I hear the streetcar coming. It's rushing down the track. I wonder if I'm ever going to get my money back. I invested so much money, since I can't remember when. I'm stuck in this here phone booth and Jane keeps chattering on.

Mama told me to be a good boy, to not play with guns. But boys will be boys. I couldn't leave it alone. There's a lot of rich people out there who wouldn't bother to take a street car. I'm soon going to get in my comfy car and cruise on home, once I get freed from this phone booth. I got the phone booth blues. But it's not as bad as Folsom Prison.

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