TO THOSE WHO DIDN'T MAKE IT IN HOLLYWOOD

Walking
toward you
half a block
away

You sense
some
FADED BEAUTY
spiffed up
all in black

And anticipate
skin fashionably
white,
hair impeccably
coiffed...

Yes, and as
she passes,
you knew
there'd be
a waft of
flowery scent
and her
dark glasses
wouldn't dip
a look in your
direction

Then next moment
you'd hear her
throat catch
hoarsely
in some unrelieved
sorrow

Now turn slyly,
watching her
walk away...

You just directed
GARBO