Monday, August 23, 2010

A Jersey Blues


Ray DeCarlo, caporegime Cadillac
parked by his office behind a steakhouse,
his pal, Little Pussy, runs the shore rackets,
his rival, Richie the Boot, an uneasy truce,
& the guy they keep on a leash, named The Leash,
Joe Bananas, Bayonne Joe, & another Joe
among lonely Joes, Indian Joe.

Sam the Plumber, dapper & popular,
a boss that knows what’s a boss, says,
I’ve only done good. The guy
that does anything bad to me
is the worst S.O.B. in the world.

Oh Ray, cry the boys, where
are the great wise guys of yesterday?
All this Black Power crap wrecking our turf,
Feds grabbing union books,
crazy kids from Philly whacking for kicks,
the State taking over the numbers,
& what they want to do to Atlantic City
is a crime, we might as well burn
the 500 Club, Frank
won’t sing there no more.


© Bob Rixon

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Oh Ray, cry the boys, where
are the great fucking wise guys of yesterday?
All this fucking Black Power crap wrecking our turf,
fucking Feds grabbing union books,
crazy fucking kids from Philly whacking for kicks,
the fucking State taking over the fucking numbers,
& what they want to do to Atlantic City
is a fucking crime, we might as well burn
the 500 Club, Frank
won’t sing there no more.
 
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