Sonny Crockett

SONNY CROCKETT

Sonny Crockett stands

Smoking a cigarette on

The corner somewhere 

In Miami 

He used to be

A undercover cop, a detective 

Now an old man 

Fashionably dressed

In an old white suit & 

A day-glow green t-shirt 

He scratches the

Stuble of his white

Scruffy beard, his gray

Long hair magnificent 

Under the mid day sun

Kids drive by on

Motorized bikes 

And laugh at him 

Screaming ” Hey 80s guy!

Whatcha doin’ round here?!”

” Looking for some Viagra?!”

Sonny lowers and 

Slowly shakes his head

Rico moved back to NYC 

Years ago

Sonny’s kids don’t 

Call him because 

He wasn’t there for 

Them and have 

Families of their own

So Sonny 

Does what he did

Back in the day 

And calls the Miami 

Police department 

Whenever he sees 

A drug deal go down 

But they are tired of 

All his everyday calls,

And ignore him joking:

“Oh God, it’s that Sonny guy again “

Why don’t you just go

Back to the old folks home

And play some bingo? Ok?

Sonny feels that

They aren’t doing their job

Sonny believes that the

World has gone to shit

Wondering what he

Has been fighting for 

All these years

So Sonny takes the bus home

No longer able to drive 

Fancy sports cars supplied 

By the department 

No gun, no longer 

The hero, a man without 

Purpose

The drug dealers 

Laugh at him, and the women 

No longer notice him at all

“What happened to America?”

Sonny says. 

And tries to stop some Federal 

Agents in masks from harassing & beating

Up some Hispanic children getting 

Thrown into a black & unmarked van

Reaches in his coat pocket 

To show his old badge

And gets shot dead at point 

Blank  because they said

He was reaching for a weapon 

Now an old man 

Fashionably dressed

Lying dead on the street

With blood all over 

An old white suit & in

A day-glow green t-shirt 

All heroes die

In the air tonight 

And no one cares

Anymore

~ R.M. Engelhardt

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