the cheap detective......................

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the cheap detective...................


the cheap detective………………………


his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, no clouds in sight, sky blue
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love

and when a call comes in, a file he does make
knowing deep within, he can make no mistake
he goes thru the motions
name, address, phone, when can you come in
“I need all the details so I can get a lead”
he’ll check the facts, make some calls
very quickly,
he’ll have more information than he will ever need

quietly, he sits and waits, the minutes turn to hours
another puff on his cigar, it’s time to water the flowers
files upon the window sill, files upon the chair
files, files, and more files of “case closed” everywhere
he’s got all the information from a to z
the only thing that’s lacking is a case from you or me

the phone rings again, he gives a short hello
he asks the right questions for what he needs to know
another file he makes and puts it to the side
his feet go back on his desk
as he lights another cigar
a glance out his window
the day is slowly ending
his office door ajar
a knock comes from the door, it opens very slow
“what can I do for you?” he says matter of factly, so so
“I’m looking for the cheap detective”
“come in, you are in the right place
tell me of the case”
he gets out another file, fills in all the blanks
another case to solve, another file to stamp “closed”
he listens to the story, doesn’t believe a word
it a case that so many times before he’s already heard
but he is no judge; he’ll get all the facts
find out who did what to whom and why and when
so much info gathering, out of ink runs his pen
“I’m no ordinary gumshoe,
I’ll solve this case for you”
he’s so reassuring
he listens and listens some more
to this case that is so boring

it’s a job; he lives the life of a cheap detective
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, passing by a butterfly or two
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love

he grabs his hat, walks out the door
he’ll see this guy, that guy
soon he will know all he needs to know and more
a question here, a question there
puts 2 and 2 together, the answer will appear
his client comes to his office
“you have solved this case for me, how much do I owe you”
he gives a smile, no worry, I’ve solved your case for free

it’s a job, he lives the life of a cheap detective
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, the sun is setting, too
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love