IN COLD BLOOD
Prairie wind pressed against the
windows, suckin at the glass
Perry was remote, suspicious
sullenly sleepy-eyed, remote
Nothing interested him, bored
he sized me up as another con
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He was half-Irish half-Indian
I was talking to a young killer
“What kinda writer are you?”
he asked rather arrogantly
“Written any movies?” he said
already giving up on me
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“Yeah, “Beat the Devil”—
with Humphrey Bogart…”
His eyes lit up, completely
all mine from then on
“Bogart” he whispered, barely
audible above the wind outside
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“He was my favorite actor ever
since “Treasure of Sierra Madre”
It flustered him, dissolving
his con-artist tough façade
The old prospector, Walter Huston
was like his father, Tex Smith
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From then on he was just a kid
in love with all the old movies
Pathetic, lonely, vain—
identifying with tough Bogart
Caught up in his own
film noir murder flick now
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