It’s the question
rummy Eddie asks of
everyone: Was you ever
bit by a dead honey bee?
Slim answers
Was you?
in that Wild Turkey tone
and he says
you’re all right
while Harry’s smile tips
at the corner of his lip
She’ll kiss Harry in his suite
at the Hotel Marquis
He nicknames her “Slim”
She’s attracted to him
She sings huskily
at the hotel bar
pickpockets a man
Leans into the piano
croons a ditty for
Harry then she puckers
up and blows
as she saunters
out his doorway
like an empty buttonhole
to her solitary room
across the hall
She's blue
with a bottle of velvety merlot
she got from fraternizing
with an unnamed fellow
Harry aids the Resistance
but nearly is shot
hides his fishing boat
for hire in a fogbank spot
Slim won’t fly She
wants to stay with Harry
who down in the basement
saves the wounded
Free French hero
whose lily-livered wife
bats her lashes at him
Vichy withholds beer from
alcoholic Eddie
If he tells the truth
perhaps he’ll earn vermouth
Slim helps nab the pistol
from the desk lap drawer
Harry gunpoints the Gestapo
shoots the cold-blooded one
Before they’re arrested
the three escape
on the Queen Conch
skiff headed north
to the States
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