Detective noir story (Poems 3,4 & 5)

John's date was no bug-eyed Betty, smarty
 I first thought, but she's more a baby vamp
 With some chassis, his goon left the party
 Probably went back to the rub to camp

 Hoping to snag a fish, a dumb Dora
 To take to his struggle buggy to neck
 John hires drug store cowboys. We talked busha
 Then the ankle blew to get dolled up, Heck

 More dolling up she'll be in a toy store
 Likely use the Ameche to roommate
 To get notes from class she won't be there for
 He cut to the chase, said he'd pay my rate

 (A Yard a day I cover expenses)
 Grabbed slid Grand before I reached my senses

 I uttered “I take it I should play Spade,
 Drop the P.I. be Gonif,?” John nodded
 His dough was in my pocket, I'll degrade
 Myself to keep it there, our talk plodded

 Along, my mind wandered waiting for him
 To get to the plot to find what to steal
 Giving me ten days dough the chance was slim
 The deal was on the up and up. I'm real

 Close to believing when I fall, It's for good
 He would not let me fall to copper hands
 His grand would be forfeit but if a hood
 Was near-by at my Harlem sunset, grands

 Walk off. Now know he has the curse on me
 They'll be shadow of jingle-brained jobbie

 He was done beating his jaw, spoke of loot
 Spilled the rumble, speaking from out of a daze
“No Gooseberry lay, forget Oyster fruit”
“You pipe that?” I swam up through my thought's haze

 He asked me if I knew my Geology
 I spoke “no”. “You took it all for Granite”
He said. “Right! and you know Theology”
I said. “It's rarest Gem on the Planet”

He babbled on. “A gem inside a gem
 Egg-sized Diamond encased in Amber
 Bindle punk tale I never believed them
 If true, that's something to make me clamber

 I asked what made him believe it was real
 The grapevine said his foe had set a deal