Friday, December 30, 2011

A Cat Named Cool

He sat in the back of a smokey bar
With a dry martini and a cheap cigar.


He don't speak and he don't smile
He sits and he drinks and he smokes awhile

Not your friendly neighborhood Joe
He's like Jack Kerouac meets Vincent Van Gogh


People stop and pay their dues
To this Bad mother fucker in wing tip shoes

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