There he is the little dude with the brown paper
bag Sticking out of his right back pocket.
Taking quick swigs and casting furtive glances
dude is taking major chances. You see.
He knows a lot about who shot John.

A little brown lid perched risky on his matted head
This cat has mastered Newton , he is a highfalutin Playa
real soothsayer. He tips another swig either that or blow his wig
just at the corner of irrelevant and vine. drinking cheap wine.

His blanket has long blown way down the avenue with
yesterday's news as Pork-pie charlie hums the blues counting
cop cars by the ones and twos. Hustler's delight on the far corner
trying to sell something that he never owned. A dip is a guy who picks your pocket.

Oh I see the golden glint of a small gold locket in his stealthy palm
Minutes before it was going south on fifth street tucked away neat.
Now the price of a fix. Pork-pie sees all tells all. That is why he
is missing some teeth well, one reason why.

He just missed his bus and is kicking up dust
Oh well miss one catch one. Old guy in burgundy slacks
Run down shoes slowed him down as he rolled on the ground stood
and dusted off. Charlie smiles then he doffs just another day in Paradise.

A  fixture a mixture of pathos and primp
still thinks he is a **** but only when the
spirit hits from the ***** top green bottle.
Pork-pie charlie will never die he has a recruit in the wings
showing him things. Like the old soft shoe and
other tricks to fill up his hat.

Hey mister, you got any spare change.