Film Noir Poem
The Meeting of the Minds Five men dressed in Italian suits Each dawning flamboyant neckties and fedoras The room was dimly lit by cigars and one ancient lamp A single round oak table was littered with ash The room was quietly waiting for its air to be filled A man in a black, suit, tie and fedora stood up to speak Everyone’s eyes were on him like a tight dress on a tramp Each had a skeptic look on their faces Five skeptical looks of five dangerous men Five men of five dangerous families The man in a bright red fedora stood up angrily There was a fire burning in his eyes Tensions were high but not as high as he Speed bumping through is veins Red hot and and ready to risk it all he pulled his gun Seven shots rang through the room The lamp has been shattered Four cigar butts now lit the room A sixth large man emerged from the shadow gun in hand He pointed it at the red fedora and pulled the trigger The body was hoisted out of the room into a trunk The man in the fedora with a ...