Life in the fast laneEdit

5/10/2003 1:36:14 PM ©2003

by Christopher J. Bradley

They moved like greased lightening

The finger strokes of Henley and the boys

In the licks on the string tool.

The guitar hummed in the darkness

And a car sped away in the night

Headlights blazing on the corner of Packard

And the Boulevard.

It reminded me of younger days

When I watched videos

Of “All she wants to do is dance”

And “The boys of summer.”

Miami Vice was all the rage

And Crockett and Tubbs were

Large and in charge

In their three piece detective suits

In the heat of Miami Sun.

But then we all knew that Henley

Had been to California and back

And from that

Well it kind of becomes