am a Private Eye by trade…
'Least that's what's on my door—
A job for those with gutsy nerve
And brains to know the score.
A tough profession, to be sure,
But one I'm proud to hold—
There's gratitude in lieu of cash
And thrills instead of gold.
Tonight, behind my borrowed desk,
I sense a coming rain—
Yesterday the rent was due,
Today it's due again.
The knob turns on my office door...
I seldom keep it locked—
There's not much point since all I own
Is either sold or hocked.
Then, like a sultry summer breeze,
This girl comes drifting in—
Her raccoon coat hugs every curve,
Her eyes are dark as sin.
"I need your help," her
Through lips of crimson ice,
"I think I have been victimized
And seek astute advice."
"Please have a seat." I
sit up straight
And point her towards a chair,
"Now, tell me what your problem is
So both of us can care."
"I fear that someone stole my
The mournful lady cries,
"I had it once, but now it's gone—
That's all I can surmise."
She opens wide a beaded purse
And digs through the debris
Until she finds a glowing speck
And holds it out to me.
"This grain of Faith is all I have—
No more can I accrue,
But if you help me find the rest
I'll give this speck to you."
I take the Faith she hands to me
And tuck it safe away;
"Okay, let's try to reconstruct
The day things went astray.
Can you recall just where you were
When Faith was with you still?"
She chews her lip and then replies,
"The Sunset Bar &
Nick Silver's place! I should've known
He'd be involved in this;
I grab my raincoat and my hat—
"We'd best get goin',
We hurry to the Sunset Bar—
A neon garbage heap
Where smoke is thick and booze is thin
And cost of life is cheap.
I take my client's hand in mine
And pull her through the crowd
To where Nick Silver tosses dice
While cursing God aloud.
He throws the dice as we approach
And 'Snake eyes' rolls up red,
But as the crowd around him groans,
Nick grins at us instead.
"I figured you'd be comin'
He hisses through his teeth,
"But I ain't got a thing to hide
Or pretext to bequeath."
"But I was duped," my
"I didn't know the
Sneers Nick, "We ain't responsible
For Faith misplaced or lost.
"I operate within the Law—
My business is legit,
So if you gambled here and lost,
Don't blame me—not one bit."
Just then I spot a golden trail—
Some granules of light
Which lead through Nick's revolving door
And weave into the night.
Again, I take her trembling hand
And lead her towards the door;
"Things may have ended here,"
"But something came before…"
We track her Faith up lonely streets,
Through alleys curved and straight,
Until we reach a graveyard fence
Complete with rusty gate.
"I know this place," the
With undertones of dread,
"When I was young I mixed my Faith
With voices of the dead."
Behind the tombs a steeple looms
As if to point the way—
"Now I remember!" she
"I came here once to
I follow her into the church
And stroll between the pews
As sunrise shines through colored glass
And paints us in bright hues.
In celebration, 'way up front,
The girl recoups her loss—
Her missing Faith lay at the foot
Of Christ's eternal cross.
"I offer you my gratitude,"
My former client cries,
"I never would have found my Faith
Without your watchful eyes."
I chuckle deep. "It wasn't lost—
You pledged it long ago;
God kept it for you in reserve
For when your own ran low.
"It was YOU who got misplaced—
Your Faith was here, you see,
But God made sure you'd always have
One single speck for me."
I tip my hat to say goodbye
And stroll into the morn,
Returning to the gritty life
To which I have been born.
But walking down the dusty streets
My soul begins to sing—
What better job could I possess
Than sleuthing for a King?
A note adorns my office door…
My apprehension grows…
It says somebody paid my rent!
...But who, do you suppose?