The Bagman's Gambit

On the lam from the law on the steps of the capitol you shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o'clock and I saw momentarily they flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you you'd been abused so horribly but you were there in some anonymous room and I recall that fall I was working for the government and in a bathroom stall off the National Mall how we kissed so sweetly how could I refuse a favor or two for a tryst in the greenery I gave you documents and microfilm, too.
And from my ten floor tenement where once our bodies lay how I long to hear you say no, they'll never catch me now no, they'll never catch me now no, they cannot catch me now we will escape somehow somehow.
It was late one night I was awoken by the telephone I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line purloined in Petrograd they were suspicious of where your loyalties lay so I paid off a bureaucrat to convince your captors there to secret you away.
And at the gate of the embassy our hands met through the bars as your whisper stilled my heart no, they'll never catch me now no, they'll never catch me now no they cannot catch me now we will escape somehow somehow.
And I dreamt one night you were there in force head held high in uniform.
It was ten years on when you resurfaced in a motorcar with the wave of an arm you were there and gone.