We talked all afternoon about maybe
Robbing a convenience store
Out on 550
Or maybe a bank
In a tiny Texas town
That Barbara knew

We all agreed,
It would be easier with a helicopter
Stashed somewhere
To make
Our get away…
Like Mexican drug lords

The football game was on mute
Pow-Wow music played on the
Albuquerque public radio station
We ordered a pizza
And packed the pipe
As a light snow began to fall

Sunset painted the Sandias
And, by the time
Domino’s® arrived
Our International District
Chama Street
Criminal conspiracy
Had ended

Up in smoke
Down with the sun
Like John Wayne’s Teeth
And the drums of the Northern Cree