Desperado III

Sentenced for my non-work,
I'm out on day release,
I headed out to beach head,
Looking for some peace,
There with pen to paper,
Enshrined in amber light.
My leg tag starts a-flashing,
As sudden, day was night.
In minutes I'm surrounded,
By twenty decaled cars,
And a sea of blue correction,
Collects me - under stars.
So on my way to station,
I write romantic lines,
Tales of blue affection,
Concern to see me fine.
They sent it to the judge-man,
Who added five more years,
And all around my ditty,
Were stain marks from his tears!