Crimetown Blues

Hey, hot mama.
She called him Moose.
He was 26 and had slim hips
that swayed and swiveled as he walked.
Struggling with the weight of his chest.
Muscled and popping,
the buttons on his light blue shirt.
He called her gorgeous,
baby doll,
hot stuff.

In August 1980.
19 and ripe.
And she is 19 and ripe
with baby blues that thought they had seen it all.
And today she’s wore snug purple corduroy pants,
cupping curves and slimming thighs.
Her pink cashmere sweater,
one size too small.
Has short sleeves and was dyed touch me pink.
She smelled like youth and apricots.
And he said sweetness he saw her, stamped his feet.
I grabbed her out of there.
And how gorgeous baby doll, hot stuff.
After work, they grabbed pizza and beer.
She wondered what the food would do to her figure.
He wondered what he could do to her figure.
It wasn’t long until they figured it out.

-Nicole Sousa