Monday, November 22, 2010

Pulp Poem of the Week

He remembered one time
in Cincinnati. It was Hallowe'en
and the streets were crowded
with masqueraders. He was broke,
flat broke. He hadn't shaved
for two days and he looked tough.
Someone accidentally tripped him
and he bumped into a pretty girl
in a clown suit. The man with her said:
"What the hell you trying to do,
you dirty bum!" He knocked the man
down and ran. Several of the man's
friends chased him, but he got away.
W. R. Burnett
The Silver Eagle

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