Steve Moody
Old School Convict
If I had to pick
some theme music for Steve
I’d pick some of that
bad old Southern Blues
Or maybe some ZZ Top
Not the radio singles
but the deep album cuts
Northside Steve Moody
Once told me about
a dude here
who he did time with back in the late 70’s
Told me about how
he let the dude borrow
his brand new
shined up Stacy Adams
to go on furlough
See, back then the chicks digged
the Stacy Adams.
Man, I don’t know
what the hell he did
but he sure as hell wasn’t picking up any chicks.
My shoes came back
with dirt all over ‘em and unshined!
Thirty years later
Steve was still mad at the dude
behind those Stacy’s
H-Town Steve Moody
Old School Gangster
And when I say Gangster
I don’t mean Gangsta’
I’m talkin’ John Dillinger
Clyde Barrow
Smooth style
Smoke-filled pool hall
Southern Comfort Whiskey
Square glass
Straight
No ice
Pullin’ on a cigarette
real cool like
Stacy’s shined up
Steve Moody
Heart of a warrior
Raised up by prison riots
Dodging Knife thrusts
and state-issued shotgun blasts
Fully sleeved out
with decades old faded prison tatts
Old school Steve Moody
52 years old
Hit the dayroom
and work out harder
than dudes half his age
Face the riot team head on
Face to face
Give ‘em hell before they cuffed him
Northside Steve Moody
Once got gassed so much
he was blind for four days
went on a hunger strike
for three long weeks
Putting his body
on the line for change
Steve sent me a picture
of himself before he died
On the back it read:
Well man, this is it until we meet again.
Hang tough and
I hope things turn out
for you just the way you want them to,
whatever way that may be.
Journey well and stay strong good Friend.
Lace Ace. Love and Respect, Steve M.
Old School Steve Moody