Tom Gunner and Lincoln

There are stories of a detective who never solves a case
But he has a best friend who he sees face to face
The eye is Tom Gunner and his pal Link is an artist
But together each mission they always try their hardest

Together to a jazz house they went one night
Looking for a poet who remained out of sight
Tom went to the bar and spoke under the sound
The bar keep approached after pouring a round

Tom put some money straight into the jar
He asked the bar keep to stay close, not too far
In a strange reversal Tom asked for an I.D.
“Help me please, I’m looking for a girl named Heidi.”

“She’s beautiful, busty, brilliant and blonde, too”
The bar keep didn’t know her but said that he wants to.
“No jokes, I’m a detector--a detective, whatever.”
But the bar keep knew nothing more, nothing more than ever.

Tom couldn’t find Link, but soon Link found him
Like the lights in the bar, Tom was a little dim
The two had a drink and decided to stay for the show
They were still on the case but had no where to go

Tom felt lost again and said the performer was wack
Link also like it more when there was just one Kerouac
So they left the jazz house, the case now a little harder
We’d have no problems said Tom if I was just a lil’ smarter

But then Link stopped Tom right then and right there
He said life is hard and people aren’t fair
Stay a detective and always look for the clues
And if you find nothing stay away from the blues.

And so ends part one of our multi-part story
If the rhyming was poor then I guess I’m so sorry
But there is something to know from this jig and this turn
Being smart is not knowledge but rather wanting to learn