Lucky Day.

"Small Change got rained on with his own .38."


Lucky got unlucky down on 5th
Lucky's seven shots left
Didn't get him very far
Hit the pavement on the corner of 6th and Hammersmith
Fell like a raincoat
Onto the hood of his car.

The inspector was downtown at the time
Watching an ice cube unravel itself
In vitro amber choke chains
Got a call from officer Moore
"Pavel? Lucky's hit the floor!"
The inspector whittled his way off down the lane.

Moore and the inspector
Tarantino over Lucky
Circling like career vultures
With an eye for leather and youth club cards
Inspector goes through his pockets
And takes another drag
Ambulance speeds up
Brakes on the corner hard

A wallet, two lighters
A key to a downtown pad
No smokes though, funny that
First thing you'd think he had
A cutout from the Herald
For a call girl called Sherry
Had a thing for the redheads
Apparently, our boy Lucky

Moore finds his phone lodged
In the Pontiac's exhaust, covered in fumes
Grime, can't even see the time
Goes through his messages
From his mother and the boys
And a warning from pretty Sherry
From yesterday, same time

"Lucky, you better run
Small Change's coming for you.
I love you, Lucky
That kiss we shared put me in heaven
But Change wants me all for himself!"

In his back, inspector finds the shots
Fired from whose gun?
"These are .38 bullets, Moore
Looks like Small Change's the one."

Moore looks at the bullet wounds
And throws up round the corner
Not a new kid, by any means
But the gore doesn't sit right with him
He couldn't understand
What drives a man to murder

"Boy, people kill people
All the God damn time
For reasonable reasons.
I'd kill a man quick smart
If only I could manage it.
People love more unpredictably.
Shit, I don't know why they do it,
For the worst reasons you've ever heard."

"Do you reckon that she loved him, boss?" Says Moore.
"Looks like love between them two."
"Kiddo, just because you kiss a whore"-
Inspector lights his cigarette-
"Doesn't mean she loves you."