Friday Noir: Little Secrets Killing Time
Bobby’s got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow.
Out on the street your chances are zero.
Take a look around you. It ain’t too complicated
Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go.
Walkin’ down the street there’s eyes in every shadow .
You better take a look around you.
So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer…
For dealing with the heat you’re feelin’ out on the killin’ floor
No matter where you step you feel you’re never out of danger.
So the comfort that you keep is a gold-plated canon in hand.
You got a job downtown but everywhere you look life ain’t got no soul.
That apartment you live in feels like it’s just a place to hide.
When you’re walkin’ down the street you won’t meet no one eye to eye.
The cops reported you as just an another homicide.
But I can tell that you were just frustrated
From living with those little secrets and just killing time…
Story is mostly based on the song Murder, Incorporated by Bruce Springsteen. Hope my NJ neighbor doesn’t mind but I changed a few lyrics to fit as a story better.
I haven’t added to my Bruce Noir work lately. But a couple of week’s ago, while in Asbury Park after midnight, I saw this two-story motel just wanting to tell a story.
Patience is a virtue, and while I waited, a person walked into the frame.
Maybe it’s the narrator.
What’s your secret?
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