Eddie,
he polished his boots,
he put on his suit,
he tied his tie.
He took his gun,
he took his gun and he prepared to die,
and then he combed his hair and for a second,
he closed his eyes,
and then, he took a deep breath,
and reopened them and headed out into the night,
and walked through the snows into the twilight,
with some chump change in his pockets,
and with a roll of dollar bills in his wallet he felt fine,
he felt fine and he lit a cigarette,
and walked into the night,
with the picture of a man’s face in his head,
and with his killer eyes, there was little time,
yes, little time, and across the street he began to run,
and he headed for the diner,
to give someone a nasty surprise,
yes, Nick the Greek, the fat man twice his size,
and twice the size of most humans,
Nick the Greek, who most probably is gobbling his face off, and chatting up the ladies who always sat there and smiled,
smiled no matter how disgusting he looked,
and they had it down to the letter and they made a lot of money for their time,
and on a fateful night, Eddie entered the diner,
and pulled out his gun,
and there were screams and shouts,
and diners fleeing everywhere,
and Nick the Greek, there he was trying to be the valentine, but not for long, for the ladies he was with saw the gun,
and they ran screaming with tears in their eyes,
and Nick the Greek he froze,
and Eddie, he shot him twice between the eyes,
and then he sat down to dinner,
and ate an uneaten plate of food on Eddies table,
and began to talk to Nick,
so, do you come here often, and how is your wife?
And he laughed his head off,
another psychotic mafioso in the Brooklyn night,
another psychotic mafioso eating dinner,
not worried at all,
because all the cops were paid off around here,
and the food was incredibly fine,
and he called to the waiter,
hey Rico, Rico, could you bring me the wine,
because Nick has drunk it all,
and Eddie laughed and Rico nervously,
did what he was told,
because he was used to that kind of thing around here,
and he knew them all,
and knew they were all crazy and mentally unstable,
but it paid his bills,
and he was just glad to be a waiter and just glad to be alive,
alive in the Brooklyn night, where not so many,
not so many survive.
