Nice Work On The Trinity Case, Mr. Albion: A Poem

February 22, 2019 at 11:57 pm (Crime, Culture, Detective story, Entertainment, Film, Movies, Mystery, Poetry) (, , , )


“Nice work on the Trinity case, Mr. Albion.”

They came to Hollywood by the dozens
In search of fame and fortune
Positive they’d be the next goddess of the silver screen
Girls from the mid-west, girls from the northeast, girls from the south,
Girls from Canada
and girls from Mexico.

Such a girl was Trinity Esperanza
From Mexico City
19, she’d come to Hollywood with stars in her eyes
A week later
She had disappeared
A woman from another country
disappeared?
Who cares was the attitude here

Her disappearance wasn’t even reported in the press here
Just another foreigner who disappeared
Carson Cody Albion Private Eye would not have known about it
Unless the girl’s grandmother hadn’t shown up in his office

“Please find Trinity,” She begged
As she emptied her purse on the table
And with all the money sitting there
Albion looked down at the table
And counted the money in his head
$37.42

“Mrs. Esperanza,” he poured himself another glass of bourbon,
“How much money do you have in your bank account?”
” $37.42″, she answered.
Albion looked at her,
Drank the glass of bourbon
Lit himself a cigarette
And blew smoke at the ceiling
Where the fan quickly dispersed it to the 4 corners of his world-
his office.

“Put your money away,” he told Mrs. Esperanza, “this one’s on the house.”

Like all cases involving disappeared girls and Hollywood
The answer involved sex slaves and lecherous Hollywood producers
For what lay behind the red moviehouse theatre curtains
and the silver screen
was not silver
And definitely not gold

Images of dead Presidents on paper was the currency
And a lot of it
That was the language of Hollywood
Behind the scenes

Carson Cody Albion found Trinity
A prostitution ring that catered to those who lived behind the pearly gates of Beverly Hills
Paradise to those who owned the place
But Hell for some of those who worked there

Albion found Trinity
And after negotiating with the producer
Trinity was freed.
The price?
The real Maltese Falcon from that film a few years back.
Turned out the producer was a big fan of movies made by rival studios.

Albion’s burglary skills came in handy
and not even Sherlock Holmes could have solved the case
Basil Rathbone had other roles to play

Of course no one in LA seemed to care that a young Mexican girl was found
Save when Albion delivered Trinity to Mrs. Esperanza
One customer in a barber shop reflected the thinking
in general
They ought to build a wall to keep those people out
Albion looked at the man from the barber chair where he sat
“Thank God,” Albion thought, “FDR sits in the Oval Office and not this man”.

One day Albion was wandering on the set of the movie Cover Girl
When Rita Hayworth of all people addressed him,

“Nice work on the Trinity case, Mr. Albion.”
So spoke the woman whose real name was Margarita Carmen Cansino.

And on this night
Carson Cody Albion sat in a bar
He decided to order a glass of wine for a change
Maybe it was time he showed a little class as an ex-girlfriend once said to him
“Class? What is it?” Albion asked himself as he lit a cigarette

He reached into his coat pocket to pay the bill
“Put your money away,” Julio the bartender said, “this one’s on the house.”

-A Private Eye Poem
written by Christopher
Friday February 22nd
2019.

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13 Comments

  1. Silent Hour said,

    Nice work, Mr Van Helsing!

  2. TheAyeshaSite said,

    Very cool poem.

  3. annieasksyou said,

    FDR in the White House! If only—except for all those other matters…
    I don’t know how you do it, Christopher: one after the other. Hope you sleep once in a while.

    Cheers!
    Annie

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Well, Annie, I’m awake until about 3 or 4 in the morning as I do most of my writing at night.

      In the day time, I do most of my historical research as well as reading international news sites from around the world.

      One of my house mates in the community housing house I live in says I should get myself a real job (I currently live on disability benefits for my clinical depression).

      He figures all I do is sit around the house all day and do nothing,

      Of course I’m on my tablet (save when it’s recharging) doing research and starting about 10 PM at night, I do my writing.

      My house mate is one of these prejudicial people who can’t figure out that writers, poets, artists and musicians march to the beat of a different drummer.

      Just because they don’t share the same thought patterns as they do, there must be something wrong with them they figure.

  4. Tanya said,

    Such a beautiful poem, brilliantly worded! What a fantastic take on the Mexican wall! You my friend are genius when it’s comes to merging fiction with non fiction, politics with humor and history with art! Well done!

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thank you very much for the wonderful compliment, Tanya. ☺

      It makes all my writing worth while when I get such a beautiful compliment from an astute reader such as yourself. 😊

      • Tanya said,

        My esteem pleasure, I wish I can read and comment more but I suffer from intense headaches off and on which limits my reading and writing! I loved the feminism and above all the humanism embedded in your gorgeous poem👍

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Thanks, Tanya.

        Sorry to hear you suffer from intense headaches.

        My sister suffers from those now and again as well.

      • Tanya said,

        I’m sorry to hear about your sister! I guess in my case cold makes it worse 🤕🤕, and also reading takes a toll!

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, trying to read while having a cold doesn’t work out so well.

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