Face Fuck Book #142—Hoffa’s Killer

Face Fuck Book #142—Hoffa's Killer

James Hoffa is the target
       of every gardener
       who puts a spade to soil  
Jimmy is dead and gone:
       not living in Cancun
       with a white baseball cap
       doesn't play bingo
       no limp with a cane
They've pointed the finger at the mob
They've pointed the finger at the union
They've never pointed
       their fucking finger
       in the right direction
              At Wilber T.  
Met Wil in an old bar in downtown Detroit
We had a few too many  
Wil voiced annoyance
       "every few months
        someone claims
        to be about to find
        Jimmy Hoffa's ass"
"Fact is--they ain't gon'na find it"
Last seen in the parking lot
       of the Machus Red Fox
       in Bloomfield, Michigan
       out on Telegraph Rd
The FBI claimed that Hoffa was  
       to meet two Mafia boss'
       Giacaloni and Provenzano
They are at a loss!
He just parked there
Caught a cab out to the Rodeway Inn
       in Auburn Hills, only 6 miles away
       little rendezvous with Wil's mom,
       typist in the secretarial pool
       at Union Headquarters
Hoffa had a loving wife and two kids
       also an eye for the red head
       with two cans of buttermilk
       an ass like a Polish sausage
Barely 20 she was thrilled
       at the big man's attention
       when he promised to divorce his wife
She confessed to Father Pete
       at the Polish church
       emerged teary eyed
Wil's pop knew something was up
      she confessed to another father
      --Will's
I got the answer
      to where James Hoffa ended up
      cost me six hours of drinking  
      two bottles of Jack with beer chasers
No, he was not picked up by a flying saucer            
      and given an anal probe
Wil's father killed Hoffa
When his mom confessed
       she promised to end it
"Not yet you won't"
"You'll meet him one more time"
So she made an appointment  
       where the old lion had
       been stuff'en her pepper
"If they want to find Jimmy
       wait till they tear down the motel
He's buried under the bathroom tile
       cabin 7
Dad was an expert tile man"
       on his deathbed
       he chuckled out the story
       big fuck'en joke!
"Hoffa's covered with caustic lye
       under ten layers of plastic wrap
There is nothing left of him now"
       except his wrist watch"
Will took off his wrist watch
       an older gold Rolex Perpetual
       turned it over
       passed it across
       the damp dark bar table
On the back it was engraved J.R.H.
       "our Jimmy" in recognition of service
       IBT *
      *(International Brotherhood of           Teamsters)
"I took it off dad's wrist the day he died,"
       said Wil
      then he started bawling
      like a six year old....

Jimmy Hoffa was the most powerful man in America in the 1950-60.  Leader of the IBT, he controlled every trucker in the US. Deposed and sentenced to a lengthy prison term, he won early release and was in the process of taking control of the Teamsters when he disappeared on July 30, 1975, from the parking lot of the" Machus Red Fox Restaurant in  Detroit. ... to meet there with two Mafia leaders: Anthony Giacalone and Anthony Provenzano ( a union leader with the Teamsters in New Jersey... When Hoffa did not return home that evening, police found Hoffa's car at the restaurant, ... no sign of Hoffa... Extensive investigations...began immediately, and continued over the next several years by... the FBI... did not conclusively determine Hoffa's fate. ... Giacalone and Provenzano were found not to have been near the restaurant that afternoon, and each denied ...Hoffa was declared legally dead in 1982, when he would have been aged 69.[" (Quote from Wikipedia)