Monday, August 5, 2013

no flowered cushions...

The movie house is empty
On sunrises on the bay
Dark windows
Open curtains
No flowered cushions
No rocking chair under the marquee
No movie
No sails set
No Bogey cellos violins or Bacall
No Tracy no Hepburn
The movie house is empty

And
The blue painter's tape doesn't wave anymore