courthouse groupies

great its cigarette breaks and recess

out into the biting cold

the fresh clean flakes of snow descending

chains on my wrists

chains on my ankles are gone

out of that cramped backseat of the cruiser

just standing around killing time

shes standing next to me dressed to the nines

black stockings mini skirt chic sweater

white snow piling atop her fluffed and hairsprayed

hair

mascara rounding out the appeal

i ache and im not even in jail

just this judges hearing on my case

shes short too and cute

and i dont even smoke

snowing white and steady

on this picturesque day

dont give a damn if i go in for

thirty days or not

not up to me

but i have never forgotten that

jail groupie

a glimpse of life from the

other side

rubbing elbows of a different

nature

oh yes i got off

years probabtion and freedom

i hitchiked home in a snowstorm

dreaming of her

Annie

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