Michael Pruchnicki

Chicago Art Institute - Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

They got these two big stone lions
fronting Michigan Avenue
in downtown Chicago

Inside are oil paintings
by Edward Hopper -
mostly city scenes
you know the kind I mean?
empty streets
lonely rooms
deserted buildings

There I was in one of those offices-
feet up on a battered desk
cigarette smoke curling up-
I'd already downed a slug
of good booze that burned its way down
lighting a blaze in my gut
the 38 Smith & Wesson snugged
in a shoulder holster.

Like Philip Marlowe the private eye
I too got big baby blues that kill the broads-
I'm always ready for a fight!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 20, 2009

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