$25 A DAY, PLUS EXPENSES
I blow a stream of smoke out my nose.
I watch the shop across the street.
I wear a double breasted suit, white shirt, short tie
A fedora jammed low on my head.
I'm in glorious black-and-white
My .45 in my hip pocket.
No dame can resist me
I sit on my couch
In living color
Munching potato chips.
I wear a tee shirt and boxers
Baseball cap, thick white cotton socks
My beagle sits at my feet
Lapping up crumbs.
The real me is black-and-white
Takes a punch now and then
But ultimately triumphs.
I need the guy on the couch to
Pay the cable television bill
And buy groceries
So I can investigate.
Peter reads "$25 a Day, Plus Expenses":
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Peter confesses: "I'm a huge fan of film noir, particularly The Big Sleep and The Maltese Falcon. The poem grew from my dream to someday say in a real life situation, 'You killed Miles and you're going over for it.' This is one of the first poems I ever read aloud."