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Call Me a Cab
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I'm new here, and got to wondering how many here write in a vintage style.
I wrote the following a few years ago; an attempt to write a poem in a noir style. lol
The Lady in Blue
I walk the dark streets of this rain-soaked city. Searching.
Black and gray Mugs and Dames pass without a glance.
Colorless buildings stroll silently by as I trudge along, tired to the world.
I’ve been walking these streets every night for weeks now.
Ladies of the night sell their wares to chumps like me.
But I don’t buy, because I'm searching for the lady in blue.
I met her at The Cafe on the corner of fifth and Broadway.
She was lithe and slender and her brown eyes pierced my lonely soul.
She added color to my black and white world and warmed the rain out of my hair.
She asked me to dance and I accepted; I would have been stupid not to.
I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity of a lifetime.
We danced all night and I fell for her like a ton of bricks.
Then I walked her to her car; the gravel parking lot crunching beneath our feet.
She turned and straightened my collar as she leaned against the door of her ‘48 Dodge
And then gave me a kiss that will haunt my memory for the rest of my life.
Then she got into the Dodge and drove out of my life with the turn of a key.
This dame has stolen my heart and mind, and I want them back.
I can’t concentrate on my cases anymore, the murders and the missing husbands.
So I wander these wet, lonely streets, my fedora shielding my eyes from the rain,
As I search for The Lady in Blue.
Lee
___________________
"Artists create an image to inspire the mind. Writers inspire the mind to create an image" - My Own.
I wrote the following a few years ago; an attempt to write a poem in a noir style. lol
The Lady in Blue
I walk the dark streets of this rain-soaked city. Searching.
Black and gray Mugs and Dames pass without a glance.
Colorless buildings stroll silently by as I trudge along, tired to the world.
I’ve been walking these streets every night for weeks now.
Ladies of the night sell their wares to chumps like me.
But I don’t buy, because I'm searching for the lady in blue.
I met her at The Cafe on the corner of fifth and Broadway.
She was lithe and slender and her brown eyes pierced my lonely soul.
She added color to my black and white world and warmed the rain out of my hair.
She asked me to dance and I accepted; I would have been stupid not to.
I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity of a lifetime.
We danced all night and I fell for her like a ton of bricks.
Then I walked her to her car; the gravel parking lot crunching beneath our feet.
She turned and straightened my collar as she leaned against the door of her ‘48 Dodge
And then gave me a kiss that will haunt my memory for the rest of my life.
Then she got into the Dodge and drove out of my life with the turn of a key.
This dame has stolen my heart and mind, and I want them back.
I can’t concentrate on my cases anymore, the murders and the missing husbands.
So I wander these wet, lonely streets, my fedora shielding my eyes from the rain,
As I search for The Lady in Blue.
Lee
___________________
"Artists create an image to inspire the mind. Writers inspire the mind to create an image" - My Own.