Well the devil was drinking Bourbon when i sat down right beside him.He
didn't look up. Whispered straight into his Bourbon glass, voice hoarse
n' raspy like Miles Davis
'I know what you've come for. I know why you're here but there's no
getting out of this deal. The contract's long signed. I've fulfilled my part of the pact.
You've got your fame 'n' your gold. Leave your soul in
the box at the door.
publshed in Soma literary review