Crack House
CRACK HOUSE?
They come most ofen two at a time
Dressed all in black, with hoods
I call ‘em black knights
With hoods? Fer crap, it’s summer time!
In-‘n-out o’ this house next door
House went vacant, no sign ner nothin
Folks moved out dead o’ night
Couldn’t afford the rent, sound right?
Next day this gal with a baby moves in
Little gal, not more’n teens, couldn’t a been
Dressed net as a pin
That’s when the ins-‘n-outs begin
I figur she might be a ho, somethin like that
So. One mornin I say hello
Had that baby in her arms
Give me this hard ass, dead ahead stare
I figur, what with the ins-‘n-outs she must be a front
Wondered if that there was a real baby
Or jist a big rag doll, maybe?
In-an-out, in-an-out. Where’s all these black knights
comin from?
No cars, ner nothin, jist walkin down the street
Never saw no faces
All covered up from top to shoe laces
This goes on fer a couple weeks
Then, one noon, this black ‘n white
This cop on the porch talkin to teeny front
Lips movin, frowns flashin up and down
Lookin neither left ner right
All on a sudden head shakes, smiles
Cop goes on his way
No more black knights
Teeny front moves out next day
Dave Austin
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