With Cold Blood
After all these years
Still afraid of the dark
Long cast the shadow
Searching in black for a spark
Corners and cupboards
Gathering dust for some time
Broom broken handle
Idle in back of the mind
Let the sleeping stars fall where they might
Streaking through slumbered tranquil nights
Ashes to ashes and carried off to dust
Gone to Chicago with cold blood
Up north the blood line
The artery off of the park
Outside a theater
The bureau shot one all apart
Seven decades later
A line round the block cross the street
Wait patient say goodbye
As the axe gently fell at our feet