getaway

December 10, 2006  (I was 62)

                  getaway

Around the corner up the alley behind the bandstand

skid to a stop in the dirt nobody hurt

Off the bikes hearts laugh divide the loot

raspberries and rhubarb crab apples and carrots

And what if we get caught  We did not

What if we get caught  We did not

South of town drive the cars

drink the beer smoke cigars

take out the guns shoot some rats

break some glass and make a wish

to be the ones who might get out

if we were lucky enough not to get caught

The cold was a trap the woods a trap

the mines were empty holes

you could fall into a life so small

if you didn’t look out you had it all

but you don’t look back when you don’t get caught

around the corner up the alley and we did not