Hopefully Poetry

Late Night

Private eye investigator got

Called up on the phone

One late night

For a silly little case

No different from the rest

But then I told them

The subtle clue

That everyone else 

Had seemed to overlook

The very same

Night

I asked them to

Do what I could not do

Find the answers 

And put old

Ghosts to peace

They got right to work

Finding more

Under

The dark velvet

Night sky than one hundred 

Suns could ever 

Reveal

All that information in

One lone detective trespassing their streets

Upset the rats and they

Sent off                        

Their match

So cleverly sharp

With a singing heart

And such a sad story to sell

Forgive me

I meant tell

They danced so sweet

So light on their feet

And when morning

Arrived

I was surprised 

The private eye was gone

Their match was

After me

I had one day

One singular day

To get out

To run

But they knew

They somehow know

Now I have no way

Out of this city

I'm running on desperation 

And I'm running out of time

I'm picking up

Where my investigator 

Had left off on

Maybe

I can do what I 

Could not do before

The day sliped by

Into a late night

My back to the wall

My questions revolving

Through the barrel

Of a gun

I know my efforts were in vain

And I've grown to hate them in the way that hell burns

Our shots rang out in the alley

And so

Another case

Undisclosed