A Poem For a Bored Receptionist
Where have all the great ones gone?
Where is Valentino, Powell, Gershwin, Gable and Scott?
The definers of class, elegrance and grace
Give way to common crass cruising crashers
Who pimp and whore their way to the screen.
Gone is the glamour of bygone days
As respectability gives way
To the Hiltonesque way of the Downey days
Cop-riddled drug-addled haze
Of negative
All publicity is good publicity
Glory-hounding attention grabbing
Seekers of spotlit soundbytes
So soon our idealism turns consumptive
And inspiration lasts the life of a Starbucks’ cup
Easily marketed and as quickly discarded.
But let it not be said
That I a curmudgeonly whiner be
For long do I for the bygone days
For a world to come to its senses
In time for me to appreciate
Those golden days returned.
