Noir Night Poem by anais vionet

Noir Night



The night was rainy, hot and humid. It was the kind of night that populates steamy, black and white, noir movies where someone is murdered. The stars seemed reduced to sloshing behind moldy gray clouds, as damp and listless as seaweed in the surf.

"Let's go see a movie, " Sophy suggested, as she brought up the Fandango website on the 70" smart TV. This quickly drew a brouhaha of excited interest.

"Ooo! , Bullet Train, " Anna said. "Elvis! " Lisa gushed.
"Where the Crawdads sing! " Sunny gasped.
"Super pets! " Leong declared, pointing - producing groans all around - THAT was a no-go.
"Maverick! " I said. "I could do that, " Sunny agreed, "he's crazy, but I'm a Cruise fan." she added.

In the end we decided to do a movie marathon with "Maverick" that night and "Elvis", "Bullet Train" and "Where the Crawdads sing, " on Sunday.

As we ordered our treats at the theater concession stand, a tall, skinny, spotted, teenage boy attempted to flirt with Lisa. He smiled at her as confidently as a lizard, but sagged, like a shirt whose coat hanger was removed, when she pointedly ignored him.

Saturday, August 6, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: summer,movies,teen,vacation,night
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