Nyc Noir In Black and White

NYC nior in black and white NYC nior in black and white Dark landscapes 1957 NYC of automats radio city and hotdog stands memories of things past Take us back to lucid dreams of light and shadows cast set the stage late night dark wet NY detectives on the beat slow moving like grit and steel they stride down the great white way steam and clouds shoot to the sky from sewer covers smoke rings blast out from bill boards of urban midnight cowboys from route 66 On the street hipsters glide down in pinstriped suits cool sleek long with straddled watch chains dragging smoking stogies from drooping lips wing tipped shoes rested on black boxes at shoe shiners row at 53rd and lex wanting fem defal’s dark diva’s in fish nets tight red skin dresses with sleek spike heels long cigarettes with long brim hats and netted veils as they walk the line swinging their Purses leaning against posts on the foggy corners Dharma bums gaze at city lights dreaming of old bards songs through garment push carts and rushing feet in the machinery of the steamy night the boxcars moving past open doors The cities glare in shadows bare neon signs striptease flashing in the backdrop of honking horns and traffic night clubs casinos and one night stands in greasy motels pool hall hustler’s poker players loan sharker's and scheamers whisky bars dockyard and widowed screams tenement houses windows open curtains drawn sweat and muscle tee shirts yelling out to others saxophone city of butchers boozers bribers and brown baggers Bright yellow checkers and taxis on Times Square down the smoke hazed dark lanes against the hard walls slim Jim zoot suiter’s lazy dazed side leaning roll loaded dice with steaming cheap Tricks Newspaper stands and barbers shops with marbled checker floors white steaming towels with waiting hot lather man with straight edge and black leather strap leans over with Sinatra playing in the back Neon city balanced in chaotic disorder of abstract lines of municipal signs city where monk lady day and Coltrane play Improve in old coffee houses of smoke filled cafes for pennies a day as street poets whisper and drink their troubles away dreaming of Brando bogie smoking Joe's and blondes of slip hips and jive