The Cooler King

I remember watching his movies when I was a kid,
But I fully didn’t understand them until I was a teen,
I remember his characters, that sort of epic anti-hero,
Iconic roles that must have really lit the big screen.

When I visited the streets of San Francisco,
I remembered that classic car chase scene,
I wanted to be as cool as Lt. Bullitt,
With nerves of steel in a fast machine.

Nor will I ever forget that heroic ending,
When he jumped off the cliff into the sea,
When the tides carried him off into the distance,
With an unending will and spirit, longing to be free.

And maybe best of all was that Great Escape,
The pursuit, the mountains, the landscape green,
And even though he didn’t make it over the border,
The part he played seemed right out of a dream.

And in the end when they took him back to that prison cell,
With his baseball glove and ball I still hear the theme,
Because no one will ever be as cool as the Cooler King,
Nobody will have style or be as cool as Steve McQueen.