I found this folded between the pages of an old book I found. He wrote this for me. I still think of him every day. His picture is, and will always be, on my wall.
In honor of my good friend, who died in a freak accident many many moons ago, I’m posting his last scribbles. He was truly, one of a kind.
I wish I had the music, because this is the first and only song written about/for me. I can’t believe I still have the original on paper.
Pretty neat, brought tears to my eyes.
Two Sides of the Wrong Coin
It wasn’t his pride that got in the way
It was those silk panties
She wouldn’t give it up
So he rode down the road
His headlight disengaged
He was flippin’ two sides of the wrong coin
The man’s losin’ either way
Later down the highway
He dreams of three phase drunkenness
He plans on starting out evil handsome
Then turning into the charming Romeo of the west
Becoming distinctively invisible
Makes him a happy man
Bulletproof is the passion of his crime
When he gets that coin out the next time
I hope he gets lucky