{"id":1806,"date":"2009-04-30T10:54:27","date_gmt":"2009-04-30T10:54:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/?p=1806"},"modified":"2009-04-30T10:54:27","modified_gmt":"2009-04-30T10:54:27","slug":"300917-noir","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/archives\/1806","title":{"rendered":"30|09:17 Noir"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The blonde in black leans against the iron railing,<br \/>\nExhales long and slow, whispering smoke,<br \/>\nA promise formed in the plume,<br \/>\nTells our man what he needs to know,<br \/>\nWhat he doesn&#8217;t want to hear,<br \/>\nAnd he disappears into the fog<br \/>\nThe sound of his departure cleverly masked<br \/>\nBy the thunder of the 9:45 Express rumbling through.<br \/>\nThe world is blacks and grays with bits of red for emphasis,<br \/>\nPunctuating flowers and lives and <i>femmes fatales,<\/i><br \/>\nThe drumbeat set by the cocking of revolvers,<br \/>\nA saxophone somewhere, a clarinet in reply.<br \/>\nThe timeworn detective shakes his head and grits his teeth,<br \/>\nThe corpulent crime boss leans back in his chair and brays laughter,<br \/>\nTwo thugs loom up out of the darkness like battleships or tanks,<br \/>\nAnd the women &#8211; oh, the women &#8211; lay in the heat and pout.<br \/>\nThe ice clatters in the glasses like dice on a table,<br \/>\nThe whiskey pours in after like a flood bearing down,<br \/>\nThe smoke is either from cigarettes or the early morning fog,<br \/>\nAnd the screams are sirens or sirens.<br \/>\nWhat does the city want, demands the mayor &#8211;<br \/>\nThe city wants its own back tonight, the city wants revenge,<br \/>\nThe city wants to be heard, to be seen, to be felt,<br \/>\nThe city wants nothing but to be standing tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The blonde in black leans against the iron railing, Exhales long and slow, whispering smoke, A promise formed in the plume, Tells our man what he needs to know, What he doesn&#8217;t want to hear, And he disappears into the fog The sound of his departure cleverly masked By the thunder of the 9:45 Express [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[28,18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1806","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","category-writing"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4e5QR-t8","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1806","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1806"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1806\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1806"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1806"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.geoffreylong.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1806"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}