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 feather then began to speak...