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Night begins to overtake the day.Twirling like the dress of a Spanish dancer.Our course was plotted long ago.Now, like the ancients, nothing will cause to sway that course.This we cannot change.For better or for worse, this is the game we are in.Not…

Every man has a wish, a desire.Some want the flash and bang of the big city.Some want the jingle of money in their pocket.Some want a diffrent skirt on their hip for each day of the week.Some want all of the above.They want to rule their…

You’re out and up, having that first cup of dark, strong coffee.Pack of Luckies. Yeah, that’s the pal, too.You know the way the day will break.Usual suspects of gamblers, grifters, gals and guns.How it ends, that’s the question.You walk that hard…

The mist rises from the streets,Enveloping the city in a chill.It’s a chill that goes to the bone, and doesn’t go away.People are always looking for a hero to rise up in this world.Looking for someone else do the saving.It doesn’t happen like…

We met down in the valley,Where the wine of love and destruction flows.There in that curve of darkness,Where the flowers of temptation grow.I left the rest for the others.It was you and nothing else.You felt so good to me, baby, as good as life…

Mercy often arrives like a cold wave washing over you.Unexpected.Takes your breath away.Gasping.A sting of saltiness leaves you realizing what you have.What you’ve been given back.It’s often unrequited.Showing mercy is power, too.Different ways to…

Falsify.Objectify.Brutify.Idemnify.Vilify.Damnify.Justify.Testify.

Meet me at 6, at the clock in Grand Central…What, the big one? The one worth $20 mil?Yes, that’s the one.Meet me there and I’ll bring you the money.I had a bad feeling about this.Something about dames and loot.They don’t gell for me.But if I ever…

Everybody’s got something…That thing that gets you going.Keeps you moving.Keeps you up at night.Maybe it’s the perfect score.Or the perfect dame.When the day gets heavy,And you whisper your secrets into the black night,It’s the last thing that goes…

It’s that time of the night.All the regular mugs are home, snug in their beds.Contemplative. Content.For other guys, time is starting to speed up.Time to walk the hard line.Time to gain some purchase in this life.Nothing is given to you. Nothing is…

Broken promises, broken dreams.Nothing creeps on little cat feet here.This city growls and snarls.A landscape littered with broken bricks and shattered glass.Beams exposed, it's ripe for the taking.Yet no one does.Under a cold lead sky, shadows…

There’s a reason bars…good bars… are dark.And smokey.And quiet.They are a place where you go to forget.A tumbler of rye in front of you….Pack of Lucky’s.No clock inside.No light from outside.Charlie behind the bar.You leave it all behind.Then the…

The night sprawls before you like a giant’s yawn.It’s is usually when the action starts.The cons, the grifters, the hustlers, the make, the take.It all happens under cover of darkness.Other times, the night seems endless.Sleep is a distraction.A…

Somebody once said, you can tell the day by the bottle that you drink.Easy enough for this mug.Rye. Neat.Monday through Friday.Oh yeah, Saturday and Sunday too.Goes good with just about everything.Fast cars.Hot dames.Cold cash.You roll the bones and…

So we’ve come to the end of the road, have we?Another year in the books?Almost, at least.Another year older.Another year wiser?Yeah, we’ll see.Auld Lang Syne and all that.The quiet is falling.Nothing much more to do but pour a drink.Think back. Look…

Hello….Hello, baby.Are you stoppin’ by tonight?I’ll be there, baby.It’s nice and warm by the fire.I bet it is, baby.I got the Chrismas lights on. Looks swell.I bet it does, baby.I got a bottle of rye here, too.As do I, baby.It’s cold outside.Baby,…