The madness at the mission
The gold and the guns
Sarita don’t speak, Sarita don’t cry
Wash the blood, throw the pistol
Kiss me -- Sarita let’s run
We deserve to live; bad men deserve to die
The priest told the sheriff
He saw a tall man and
a dark girl but she had steel blue eyes
She was holding a gun and
if he could understand
the tall man thanked the dark girl for his life
The waitress’ eyes wandered
to the paper on the wall
Sarita don’t speak, Sarita don’t cry
See, see .. see the dark girl
and that one looks pretty tall
The café was flashing in red and blue lights
They strap me to the gurney
and they tap my vein
I leave my love, Sarita, in your steel blue eyes
Sheriff tried, he couldn’t break me
This is my last chance to sing
My still, blue lips to you will testify
My still, blue lips to you will testify
copyright 2009 Dan Murray
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I write poetry too. Thanks, Danny!! For your support and presence at blip and your sass!! :)
ReplyDeleteI love the banter!
Jenny
Ya know, I like your work. Language is beautiful. If you are on twitter, feel free to add me. I use the same name.
ReplyDeleteAlso, yes, the work week sucks!!! I again, I start it held tightly by insomnia!
Oy!
Jenny