Through rain streaked muddy windows
i spy him
i'm waiting
in an oversized coat
there will be a moment
with his black cane held like a snooker cue
this trick shot specialist
with his cocaine runny nose
and stained trousers
tracing through the glories
of the night before
with the barrow boys
their giggle of fear
reverbs
they were there
goading
gripping warm beer
sweating soft rain
in ward 10 jack wilkes
Is fed fruit by his girl
who will run away soon
to another
he is now one-eyed Jack
swearing revenge
like a razor suit
a sight for sore eyes
don't worry
i'll get him old friend
i've got tricks of my own
i'm a right rabbit puller
now