Sex lounging in a glass,
bottle of rye by her side.
Gun loaded and ready,
for him to open the door.
Movies of the thirties,
detective yarns for all.
Marlow, Drummond,
were their names.
Fantasy were their draw.
Maltese Falcon all in black,
Bogey and Bacall.
Wish those flicks
would come back,
instead of film du jour