take the money and run
they told me to take the hush money
said they wanted me to forget
all about the aliens
I met at the tropicana
aliens I repeated
I thought they were mexicans
disguised as cubans
dropping into vegas
by way of area fifty-one
it’s a bundle they said
go ahead and count it if you like
but there’s fifty grand there
immediately I imagined
I’d never see them aliens again
if the money was any good
november two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Now that is just a weird story, my friend! lol – love the final lines – K
haha thanks so much – wrote the first stanza in my head on the drive home – aliens are everywhere you know xo
Nuttin’ but trouble!
You got that right!
Cross-linking references and motives, I like! Incidentally, the cafe I’m writing in right now is playing REO Speedwagon’s “Take It On The Run”.
Thanks so much, Millie. I like the idea of writing in a cafe; reminds me of my college days writing short stories (long hand) in the bars after class and drinking beer.
You’re welcome! Those were the days.
I like your alien poem…I actually visited Area 51 several years ago, so reading your poem brought back memories.
That sounds like an interesting visit. Such an intriguing place. A place to let your imagination run wild.