Third Man Plays

This masquerade

a zither played 

film noir greys

whiskey whispers 

after twelve 

back stage alleyways

dramatic cuts

Dutch angles 

a petite tragedy 

reel stories told 

on broken stairs 

the band played on

until the end 

we'll never know 

the rhyme or reason 

a drama set to

still life its all

entres and exits

guitars struming

blue notes scoring 

cats hummin'

James Joyce

Graham Green

framing Hemingway 

the Third Man

a woman played

this tale of disguise

last night 

in Constantinople 

passion came 

to the hot club

whereGypsies swing

some say it's destiny 

to distract 

what lies

beyond the curtain 

five hundred years ago 

a Third Man down

a cockoo clock

it's slippery 

underground

somebody falls

someone dies 

no one plays

the funeral march

the band restarts

jump cut 

a little opera

about a knife