The Warlord

The Warlord

The Warlord was huge
She was an old Communist
Driving in a big dusty
A black Buick Skylark Limited Edition.

I met with her council
On the bridge once Sitting in a circle
And they had Old General’s Eyes
And wore heavy coats.

I told them I’d be running for president
But I didn’t tell them when.
They looked at me in the green coat
And thought to themselves.

We went to Rite Aid one afternoon
A new building on Military
And the new signs inside
Reminded me of an airport terminal.

The Warlord showed me her cafe’
And I had a Diablo Omlette.
We paid the Sweetheart Waitress
And I smiled at her and arranged her marriage.