CHECKERS
COURT in memory of Jeff Schofield RIP
buddy 1958 – 2006 if you’re lookin’
to party there’s only one place ta
go Vic and Murray’s at Checkers Court where you can hoot and holler as much as ya like jus’ don’t get sick on the hardwood
floors Jeff and Janet, Lill’,
Ron and Christine Hank and Bob, Dave, Chris and Cindy sittin’ at the picnic table with beer in hand “good people” miles around droppin’ by cause what’s available at Checkers Court is very much in demand a great neighbourhood if you’re lookin’
to waste a little time escape the creditors for a while warp back to the carefree days of adolescence not that long ago a row housed state of mind on a dead end street Heavy Metal’s children racing towards thirty raisin’ their own kids barbecued steak on cardboard plates three foot Monitor lizard guardin’ the hallway upstairs most nights you can hear us crankin’ out the tunes callin’ in sick tomorrows our noses covered in the year roun’
snow yeah Checkers Court is full of criminals who never break the law Hank from Finland lookin’
biker scary turns out to be harmless power nappin’ balancing a cigarette and vodka in one hand Vic an’ his X-acto
knife an’ scales permanent smile takin’
it all in cousin Murray clean and sober happy jus’ ridin’
his Kawi’ “catch ya later man
bring me back a Pepsi” torn screen store front of the candy dealer closed drape showcase for the baby faced petty
thief best not to ask questions just accept that it is yeah there’s happiness and despair here like any other place someday we’ll look back and wish it was still there but for now we could choose to do better if only we knew how at Checkers Court © 1989 Chris Sorrenti |