
The Steel Frame Job: A Hardboiled Haikrostic
Smoke-filled garage reeks—
Thieves ripped my prize from the wall.
Empty hooks mock me.
Vultures circle quick,
Eye my bespoke steel beauty.
Nightmare becomes real.
Low-life scum scatter
Each time I flash my badge ‘round.
Everyone stays mute.
Screaming for answers,
Hot Campagnolo gears stripped,
Eaten by the streets.
Finally I break
Fat Tony’s lying black heart.
In blood, truth spills out.
Ending with gun smoke,
Lugged frame gleams in morning light.
Dream machine rolls home.