Film Noir or Motherless Brooklyn (A Movie Poem)

In the rear view mirror

he can see the specters..

–

her upside down reflection

scatter when a foot

hits the puddle…

–

hear the notes

of a trumpet solo

popping thru the

open red door

of a jazz club…

–

remembers when they

whacked his partner…

–

and left their

footprints on his ribs..

–

left his mouth

out of joint…

–

wounded,

in love with that

woman in the blue dress

holding him in her arms…

–

asking her if there

is anything else

he should know..

–

because she is

a major part

of the mystery…