Friday, December 28, 2012

Bedside Moaner

In your room the cop squats like a toad
In your boudoir, your private abode
Like a crook, when he chooses
Says he's looking for clueses
Then the gloomy old sot hits the road.

David Cairns

Laird Cregar physically dominates the early noir I Wake Up Screaming (Bruce Humberstone; 1941). With Victor Mature.

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