Miami Blues is a 1990 action-crime-thriller-film based on the novel of the same name by Charles Willeford. It stars Alec Baldwin, Fred Ward, and Jennifer Jason Leigh. It was directed by George Armitage. Ward was also the executive producer.
Frederick Frenger, Jr. (who asks to be called "Junior"), a violent psychopath recently released from a California prison, starts a new life in Miami. Before leaving the airport, he steals luggage and kills a Hare Krishna after breaking his finger.
Junior checks into a hotel and hooks up with Susie Waggoner, a naive prostitute who is a student at a community college. They become romantically involved and take a house together, with Susie blissfully unaware of Junior's criminal activities and harboring fantasies of living happily ever after.
An investigation of the Hare Krishna murder leads grizzled cop Sgt. Hoke Moseley to come knocking on their door. Moseley shares a home-cooked dinner with the couple, upon Susie's suggestion, and plays it cool while seemingly indicating to Junior that he's on to him. He overtly suspects Junior has been in prison and wants him to come to the police station for a lineup. Being a proactive criminal, Junior goes to Moseley's home the next day, assaults him, and steals his gun, badge and dentures.
The Miami Eagles (also known as the Miami Owls and Miami Blues) was a minor league baseball team located in Miami, Oklahoma. The team played in the Kansas–Oklahoma–Missouri League from 1946–1952.
It Just does not stop
It never ends, like a precious blend of life wrapped into heavens winds
Like sex and infinite, with every second and minute
Killing stress in the sin
Then it begins, you meet her
Then the first eternal cycle of life starts to occur
First your vision is blurred
Try to figure how to get her peeps jockin, so you eavesdroppin listenin to her words
First time, love at first sight
It's relevant in your life
A glow like an angel on earth, her soul was so bright
Short nights become days
One way or the other she'll discover your praise
And someday you'll be lovers, that's just to say the least
And if you ever get the guts to speak
Nothing but a couple feet away from making love complete
But you love the discrete thought thought that crosses your mind
And that's it, like an isolated island in the sunshine
It's that chick, next day the same shit
Same time, same impression you get
Same kind of feeling killing your mind because you're too shy to say shit
Not even high, wishing a perceptional state
So you visit this same place envisioning the chick as a vixen
Silent as a predator, pray you stay picturin
Your souls walk across the ocean, both talkin off emotions
Leave your hearts caught in the moment of an omen called love
Supposed to last forever
Awakened by a waiter askin if you have his cheddar
And you realize
Nothing can be better than havin the pleasure sitting at the table that she's gigglin at
But never will you ever get at that
So you smile while the world continues
And thoughts send you through the clouds
Where Flora Purim sings a dream and you absorb