Off To The Grammys

The day at last came
to go to the Grammys.

With a borrowed mink coat
and a yellow flower
pinned
on my black silk dress
I walked
like a star
escorted by my man.

Glittering lights
blinding my eyes
I heard the crowd
shouting
as a limousine pulled in.
A star.
A woman in a slinky outfit
slid
like a rattle snake
a smile
pasted like a toothpaste
commercial.

The auditorium was full
with diamonds and silks
tuxedoes and bare shoulders.
Amongst the shouts and whispers
I sat invisible
sunk
in my own fantasy.

Show biz.
Thousands of dreamers gathered
together in a feast

no one saying hello
perfect strangers exchanging
nothing
but prepared smiles.

Glossy painted-faces floated
the music was rocking
the crowd was stomping
crushing
stepping on the flowers.

Spotlights rampant
food plenty
it was the night to go mad.

Ah, why did I ever dream of
stardom?

A pale moon I was
quietly
content to stay
behind.