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Jimmy 88 Keys

by Jersey D Gibson



Jimmy 88 Keys,
thinking of the palm trees,
was out on his first real date.

She was a young thing,
spruced up with the bling-bling,
looking for a lover and not a mate.

Well, halfway into the night,
they got in a big fight,
and some cop got in the way.

Well it turned she wasn't 16,
she lied, and was only just 13,
and had been there only a day.

Jimmy 88 Keys
thinking of the palm trees,
got himself a trip to jail.

The judge gave him one look,
and decided to close the book,
with a $25,000 bail.

Not feeling too fine,
Jimmy had an ax to grind,
in the bathroom, there was an attack.

You've shoulda seen his face,
when Jimmy came first place,
when the cops found him on the guy's back.

Jimmy 88 Keys
thinking of the palm trees
was now dudded in prison greys.

Saying 'welcome to hell',
in his own prison cell,
think about how to get away.

Well it's been 5 long year,
with the fear and the queer,
and it was time for Jimmy's parole.

Got up to the prison panel,
dressed in their best flannel,
Jimmy's 22, but looks 50 years old.

Jimmy 88 Keys,
thinking of the palm trees,
has finally served all his time.

Working in a half-way house,
getting rid of the louse,
trying to earn his nickle-and-dime.

Well things started looking well,
then one day the hammer fell,
with Jimmy holding a smoking gun.

Instead of getting the blues,
he figured he had nothing to lose,
so he uped and went on the run.

Jimmy 88 Keys,
thinking of the palm trees,
now living the life of a fleeing felon.

Wanted posters all around,
in every city, in every town,
with a black-and-white picture of his melon.

Though he'd been gone 3 days,
he sure had gone quite-a-ways,
but he had nothing left for him to choose.

Everyone was looking for him,
so he gave up and came in,
and now he's singing the Folsom State Blues.

Jimmy 88 Keys,
thinking of the palm trees,
has now got 20 years-to-life.

Met himself a bad fellow,
deicided to send Jimmy to the devil,
with the business end of a knife.

Now Jimmy's long and gone,
no one wonders what went wrong,
with such a wonderful kid.

The bury him in the ground,
Jimmy needs Jesus to be found,
when they chuck dirt on his coffin lid.

12/26/2003

Author's Note: Self-nominated Poem Of The Month! 01Jan05

Posted on 12/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Beth K Hannah on 12/28/03 at 04:55 AM

sad and very clever. bob dylan and johnny cash wrote a song faintly like this one, and it's music just started playing in my head upon reading this.

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