Noir (Nighthawks Detective?)

Another beautiful blonde

Dead

In bed.

They said

Not for love,

But money.

A violent row

Between client

And service,

Boundaries broken.

Another sleepless night

In rain, fog, and halogen

Black and white light.

The wife at home

Cold and alone.

Buy flowers

From the gas station

In the morning.

Hotel Prospect

There was a time

When this town

Meant something

To people.

You can see it

In those old

Black and White

Photographs.

Smiling,

Hand in hand,

Walking along the pier.

Donkey rides on the beach.

Now everything’s closed.

Shuttered up.

Growing old, with the people

Who live there.

And the only ones on the beach are

Teenagers, burning rubbish

Or drinking cheap cider

From plastic bottles.