Once a private eye I fled for my life.
I hid in Bridgeport, wanting Ann to wife.
But out of the past Whit’s thug Joe found me,
“Whit wants your snoop skills. Jeff it has to be.”
To save my own life, I gave it a whirl
On a bloody trail to retrieve his girl.
Down Mexico way at La Mer Azul
The sight of his Kate made me lose my cool.
When our eyes got locked, I felt love had docked.
She proved a gun moll; and I had been mocked.
Through Frisco, Big Bear, and Walker Rivers
Kate brought on death like long Winter shivers.
To Tahoe we went. She and Whit died fast.
I torched them for Ann and left my mob past.
12/29/2018
Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Gregory R. Barden
Out of the Past – Jeff Bailey
Categories:
gun moll, dark, death, film, life,
Form: Sonnet