Playing Gin Rummy until sunrise
We planned the stakeout carefully
Waiting for the order to come down
I puffed contentedly on my pipe
and watched events go down
Keeping my eyes low I pretended to watch my cards
Sipped the virgin rum and played it cool
Bossa Nova in full swing
A wisp of smoke rose from the bowl of my briar
The rebels were here but we went unnoticed
Maybe they came for the whiskey and the women
My pipe went out
The glass empty
We were made
Time to go
The jeeps were ready
Twenty paces stage left and we were rolling
A caravan of chaos
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