5/10/2003 1:36:14 PM ©2003 by Christopher J. Bradley They moved like greased lightening The finger strokes of Henley and the boys In the licks on the string tool. The guitar hummed in the darkness And a car sped away in the night Headlights blazing on the corner of Packard And the Boulevard. It reminded me of younger days When I watched videos Of “All she wants to do is dance” And “The boys of summer.” Miami Vice was all the rage And Crockett and Tubbs were Large and in charge In their three piece detective suits In the heat of Miami Sun. But then we all knew that Henley Had been to California and back Home.
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