Jackson is DEA (U. S. Drug Enforcement Agency)

Dewey is a U. S. Attorney out of Chicago

Moe is a detective with the C.P.D. (Chicago Police Dept.)




Ch. 4: Fast Eddie Runs For It

 

Jackson is headed for Columbia,

Co—lum—bi—a,

but Dewey heads for Chicago to meet with Fast Eddie Gutierrez.

 

Fast Eddie is looking at life plus ninety-nine, and he’s copping a plea, 

dropping the heavyweight down to something manageable.

Even so, he'll be pushing a zimmer before he gets out.

 

In any event, the Feds have bigger fish to catch down south,

and Fast Eddie's the bait. So he talks—

he and Dewy and Moe, and two badges, drive around Chicago,

 

Fast Eddie pointing out the relevant spots, naming the names.

He’s cooperating, he’s being a good boy, sensible,

so they stop for oysters and a beer—Dewey and Moe head downtown

 

and Fast Eddie runs for it while one of the badges is taking a piss

and the other is watching the game.

He ends up in Downer’s Grove, holed up in a motel, waving a pistol.

 

Dewey and Moe drive down, ask the local boys to back off

before someone gets hurt.

Moe approaches Eddie's room with his hands up.

 

He says, "Eddie, you dumb fuck, what the fuck are you doing? 

Put down your fucking gun, you dumb fuck, before we kill the fuck out of you."

Eddie comes out with his hands up.

 

The three of them drive back to the city, Moe shaking his head the whole time.

"Eddie," he says, "you dumb fuck, what the fuck were you thinking?"





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Written on 2016-04-10 at 18:54

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
ok, now I'm cracking up! I'm all caught up and laughing at the f'd up conversation. I never knew it could be so good. ;D
2016-11-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I read this yesterday, found it amusing, and thought, "but it's not really a poem." Today, I still find it amusing, and I do think that it's a poem. I like it.
2016-04-11


shells
I'm just loving the beer and oyster stop, priceless. It shouldn't, but does feel like all's well that ends well.
2016-04-11


Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm going to steal the last 3/4 of the last line and repeat it endlessly as my mantra.
2016-04-10


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this jim, I was reading through the side of my mouth and with a terrible american accent - how do you take a quintessential voice and try to put on a accent you have only heard in movies - I liked the fast pace and it certainly stirred my imagination, hence the accent

Elle x
2016-04-10