Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

Film Noir

Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

Film Noir

Article excerpt

It's a farm town in the August heat

With a couple of bars along Main Street.

A jukebox moans from an open door

Where a bored waiter sweeps the floor.

A bus pulls up by Imperial Fruit.

A guy gets off in a new prison suit.

He's not bad looking. Medium height.

Full of ambition. Not too bright.

He's a low life. He's one of the lost

Who's burnt every bridge he's ever crossed.

Just out of the slammer, a ticking bomb,

The Wrath of God and Kingdom Come.

It's the long odds on a roll of the dice

For big stakes you can't bet twice.

The cards get dealt. The wheel spins.

At the end of the night the house always wins.

He sees her alone at the end of the bar,

Smoking and hot like a fallen star.

She's a cold beauty with a knowing wink.

If she shot you dead, she'd finish your drink.

Some guys learn from their mistakes,

But all he learned is to raise the stakes.

There's something he forgot in jail

That the female's deadlier than the male.

It's tough love from a hard blue flame,

And you can't beat a pro at her own game.

It's the long con. It's the old switcheroo.

You think you're a player, but the mark is you. …

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