the Gentleman Loser

Bobby called her Rikki Wildside, for those days in the hall It must have seemed to her, that she had it all The whole teeming show spread out for her to be on Sharp and bright under the neon She was new on the scene all the kids start to growl And she had all the miles of malls and plazas to prowl All the shops and clubs and Bobby to explain The tricky wiring, all the players all their names and their games Bobby Quine versus fortune, versus time ,what he'd ignore I'd known him for a long time, since the end of the war I knew he used the women as counters in a game calibrated in risk and adrenaline "What happened to your arm?" She asked me one night "(Hang) Gliding accident under a parafoil flight" Have been a trooper in that war a kind of stargazer When some asshole burned my arm off with a laser