Walk of the Stars

I saw Sharon Stone today
Under my feet she lay
Stripped of pretensions
Giving me a catty grin.

Cage has just set in concrete
His hands crying out to be freed
Of the dirt and dust
His oglers showered him.

Ah, there’s Spielberg asleep
On this most famous of sidewalks.
Director of fate no more
But mortal dreams’ purveyor.

Ali’s fists are dyed in the wall
They’ll never reach Frazier now
Or me grinning for the cam,
A flash in a sea of faces.

Cry not my fair Drew
For a life in the spotlight you wanted.
And after the crowds leave tonight
Peace in the shadows.

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