Wednesday, January 18, 2017

The Demon Run

He speeds as if chased by the past
He needs one more taste, one more blast
But this booze swilling mope
Plays the blues with no hope
In the weeds, he's a waste, sinking fast.

Dan Duryea runs for his life in Black Angel (Roy William Neill, 1946). Title by Donald B. Benson.

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