The big man arrives. Disco dancers greet him. Plainclothes cops greet him. Small town big man. Fresh lipstick glistening. Sophomore jive. From victims. Of typewriters. The band sounds. Like typewriters. The big man. He's not listening. His eyes hold edith. His left hand holds. His right. What does that hand desire. That he grips it so tight. Edith in the ring. The passed-over girls. Are conferring. The man. With the diamond ring. Is purring. All claws for now withdrawn. One by one they bring. His renegade stories to her. His crimes. And his glories to her. In challenge they look on. Women he has wanted grow. Old too soon. He tilts. Their tired faces. Gently to the spoon. Edith in his bed. A plane in the rain. Is humming. The wires in the walls. Are humming. Some song-some. Mysterious song. Bars in her head. Beating frantic. And snowblind. Romantic and snowblind. She says-his. Crime belongs. Edith and the kingpin. Each with charm to sway. Are staring eye to eye. They dare not look away. You know they dare. Not look away