A short chant poem today from the prompt Fading Glamour and a little Hollywood inspiration. Enjoy.
Fading Glamour
Broken down, past the Sunset Boulevard
where the glitzy neon fades to black
and glory days are unwound memories
playing on that looping, reiterating track
She used to be a somebody, you know…
Sitting with a monologue and a slow fizz gin,
a dangling cigarette, her puffing punctuation,
reciting her life story with a celluloid grin
to any jaded passersby who will listen
I used to be a somebody, you know…
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