the cheap detective………………………
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, no clouds in sight, sky blue
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love
and when a call comes in, a file he does make
knowing deep within, he can make no mistake
he goes thru the motions
name, address, phone, when can you come in
“I need all the details so I can get a lead”
he’ll check the facts, make some calls
very quickly,
he’ll have more information than he will ever need
quietly, he sits and waits, the minutes turn to hours
another puff on his cigar, it’s time to water the flowers
files upon the window sill, files upon the chair
files, files, and more files of “case closed” everywhere
he’s got all the information from a to z
the only thing that’s lacking is a case from you or me
the phone rings again, he gives a short hello
he asks the right questions for what he needs to know
another file he makes and puts it to the side
his feet go back on his desk
as he lights another cigar
a glance out his window
the day is slowly ending
his office door ajar
a knock comes from the door, it opens very slow
“what can I do for you?” he says matter of factly, so so
“I’m looking for the cheap detective”
“come in, you are in the right place
tell me of the case”
he gets out another file, fills in all the blanks
another case to solve, another file to stamp “closed”
he listens to the story, doesn’t believe a word
it a case that so many times before he’s already heard
but he is no judge; he’ll get all the facts
find out who did what to whom and why and when
so much info gathering, out of ink runs his pen
“I’m no ordinary gumshoe,
I’ll solve this case for you”
he’s so reassuring
he listens and listens some more
to this case that is so boring
it’s a job; he lives the life of a cheap detective
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, passing by a butterfly or two
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love
he grabs his hat, walks out the door
he’ll see this guy, that guy
soon he will know all he needs to know and more
a question here, a question there
puts 2 and 2 together, the answer will appear
his client comes to his office
“you have solved this case for me, how much do I owe you”
he gives a smile, no worry, I’ve solved your case for free
it’s a job, he lives the life of a cheap detective
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, the sun is setting, too
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love
Author notes
i guess i've been watching to much tv
how do you like it?
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wow man
i love the way you juxtapose rythm and meter throughout this format.very interesting and mysterious draw on th title and subsequent text,and drew it into a fine poem.yar.
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the straight, linear narrative poem is difficult to make interesting, and depends upon irony and story telling to get its point across and to justify its own poetic format ... you flow into the various shapes of the poems, its indentations, its length, the wry humor of it and its title ...
this is v ery good and I enjoyed a lot ... i find it to be mysterious in wonderful sort of way and see him sitting there with dreams in eyes of things that might have been and who knows ... detective work is a search, actually, not only for justice and data, but for truth and possibilities
oh, he shall fall in love and be loved, this one shall be, and I sense a great loss in his life
the more i write of it, the more i love it
respect
Moqui
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A fine write to delight the detective in us all, great imagery that fits well with the story you're telling. Not much more to say but well written and have a very merry Christmas.
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great story-teller in you.....your imagery was a pleasure
to read! WEll done, well done!
this would have been a fun dark irish story too...
"when confronted with the naked and brutal truth,
upon the floor she fell, breathless, another corpse
of victumized guilt. One more lovely skeleton to ship
out today along with my bill payable within 30 days!"
giggle...i loved your story!
dark irish soul here!
ears/Seattle
way to write poet your flow and imagery
was a pleasure to behold.
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I agree...
...so like a old black and white movie! Reminds me of so many with Humphry Bogart worn shoes on the desk and beautiful dumb blondie sitting outside answering calls with.... Cheap Detective's Office May I Help You?
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Wow...it's like watching a short film. A very rewarding experience. Happy trails neighbor.
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A Delight To Read
Hello, Your poem made this reader smile from beginning to end. Felt I was watching an old Columbo TV episode. Or a real old Phillip Marlowe detective movie.
I so enjoyed reading your words. Take care.Thank you for sharing.
Sandy
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Okay tell me what you want to know ...
and I shall solve your case. Never trust cheap.
Myra
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Superb
Maybe so, yet 'tis still a fine write. You've expressed yourself quite well, indeed. Thanks for sharing this one.
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