July 20, 2014

Walk of Stars

On the Walk of Stars
I find them,
some newly placed,
some covered
with old gum and grime,
right next
to the street fair artwork
showing portraits
while in their prime.
There's Frank Sinatra
singing sad songs,
and Dinah Shore, 
in her Chevrolet.
Where they've gone,
I cannot say,
their famous voices 
long ago stilled,
rest among nobodies,
just down the road.
Only their names,
forged where I stand,
are all that's left,
in this barren land.