by greenmountaineer
Sydney ' stead of normally sunny Mumbai , I can 'ppreciate Clem's angst , better......5-ed .
dicks aren't generally the stuff of poetry but you've made Clem so. It's a gem of Raymond Chandler realism and gray pavements. The last stanza just clinches it for me.
One suggestion: consider replacing 'couple a hours' with 'coupla hours' - the contraction is fitting to your poem, and blends in better to my ear.
You're absolutely right, Mer: a good example of a small change making a difference. Thanks.
#1 is the expense account #2 is his brains. TK U MLJ LV NV
that specialized in mystery fiction. So your poem really worked for me. Though, I think, you've got the hourly charge wrong. It's probably low for a contemporary PI novel, but apparently high (see http://www.payscale.com/research/US/Certification=Private_Investigator_License/Hourly_Rate) for the Real World.
Doesn't matter. A fun poem, gm.