I am a Dick

I want to be a quick witted detective in a black and white movie.

You could be Grace Kelly….

It would be better for me if you didn’t like me at first. You should think I am a cold, hard and unwavering son of a bitch….You should be unsure of what I am capable of…Unsure of what I might do next.

You come in because some mystery of yours needs solving…. You say you need my help….

Which I would find a little strange because I am the discount detective…. 2nd rate….And your clearly first.

"Don’t get me wrong doll, I get the job done.

I just have a small drinking problem so I am never any good till after 9 P.M."  I tell you as I poor myself a drink.

"I haven’t found a man yet who was." You would say with half a smile

So here you are looking like a million bucks. A woman who can have whatever she wants without even asking….

And your looking for me?

Its a mystery alright….Just not the one I am getting paid to solve, So I lay it the back of my mind.

For now.

I take what you give me and get to tracking down whatever it is you are looking for…Whatever it is you need.

It would be dark and loud. I would meet bizarre and fascinating characters.

I would be in danger and out of touch.

I would get into a fight….Or two.

Then while I am in it…running down some lead…. I would stumble a little too close to whatever it is your hiding from me

And you would have to distract me…The only way you knew how.

Then, just a short while after. …while I was swimming in it.

I would dive right into the truth.

And It would hit me like a knife.

It would have been you who had done it…… In your low cut black dress that holds you tighter than the mystery….In your big white hat and elbow long gloves that peel as they touch…..In your high heeled shoes that applaud as you seduce your way down the shadowed street.

It would have been you all along… it would have to be

….Then I would poor a drink and smile…

   And wish it no other way.