Fast Eddy Poem by Colin Coplin

Times change, time moves on?
What is young is old, what is old is gone?
I look back, as I drive on
Down the street still paved and dirty
Down these old streets, still paved and dirty

Fast Eddie and his crippled friend, we're down at the pool hall, looking for a quick win
He was good, he was the king, I use to watch and idolize him
He loved the look, when he had you beat, the taste of victory in your defeat
He never knew his dad, and I heard him weep, until his crippled friend died that bad winter

A shooting star, he lite up the sky
You could see him born, as you watched him die
Fast Eddie lived his life in that blink of an eye
And he was kind to me

Up in Kentucky with the same face, but a different name,
Fast Eddie played the sting, yeah he was good at the game
Cat and mouse, frame by frame
A buzzing bee to milk and honey

A shooting star, he lite up the sky
You could see him born, as you watched him die
Fast Eddie lived his life in that blink of an eye
And he was kind to me

No one likes to be made a fool, by a Bowery bum, if your the head of school
He won the crown fairly, but life can be so cruel, hit by a piano he died
He loved the look, when he had you beat, the taste of victory in your defeat
He never knew his dad, and I heard him weep, until his crippled friend died one winter

A shooting star, he lite up the sky
You could see him born, as you watched him die
Fast Eddie lived his life in that blink of an eye
And he was kind to me

Times change, time moves on?
What is young is old, what is old is gone?
I look back, as I drive on
Down the street still paved and dirty

I see the ghosts of Fast Eddie and his crippled friend
Still down at the pool hall looking for a quick
He was good, he was the king
I use to watch and idolize him

Copyright Colin Coplin 2004 (updated 2023)