OK – these prompts are getting harder and harder. I’m not a poet but I’m stubborn! How many more weeks are left in April?
The raven-haired beauty sitting crossways to me
Was reading my face quite mysteriously.
If I couldn’t read her and read her real soon;
And if I took her case, it could be my doom.
But I took the case not knowing why
And said to myself I know its “do or die”.
She left but I still sensed that something was wrong.
Why would she come back here after so long?
The last time I’d seen her I’d been in my cell.
It was visiting hours in that miserable hell.
When I left the office at quarter past ten
I kept asking myself why her? And, above all, why him?
My shoes clicked the pavement and the fog swirled around
But I knew at that moment the thing that I’d found!
The address that she’d given just wasn’t quite right
It was two numbers off from the one of that night…
Where my partner and I when we worked for the force
Had been set up for stealing, it made sense, of course!
The cash never found, us years in the pen
And the raven-haired beauty had been visiting him!
The fog was still swirling, It had started to mist
My heels were still clicking, my hand in a fist
Convicted of robbery she had thought we had dough
She had asked him for some and of course he had said no.
So she killed him, that bitch, in this city of filth
Think that then she would have all his wealth.
She had paid me to find him with the money we hid.
She’d then have her gangsters there when I did.
And I’d lose my life for a crime never done
And she and her friends would be happy they’d won.
Well, what could I do? The force wouldn’t listen.
I stared at the lamp posts the rain had made glisten.
The answer was simple, I said to myself.
Just ask Humphrey Bogart, that little grey elf.
He’d look at me slyly with a smirk on his lips
And tell me the answer between his gin sips.
To Key West I’d go because I was a ham.
And ask the player to “play it again, Sam”.