Lenora's Ghost

Lenora

“But don’t stop playing, Harry, please. Go on. It fills in.”

When you needed me, I was a mountain

I owe a grand but who is counting?

Don’t count up your ghosts before they’ve died

Living here I am an actress

Triple threat but oh so tactless

The stage was always safe, a good place to hide

I’m sorry

 

His name was Spoon, I said oh brother

He liked to stir things up like no other

Next came Everly and I cried oh bother!

He said he loved me but what about Ethel?

The understudy understood oh so well

Take a breath, a beat, go out and give’em hell

 

A benefactress (lady) wants for nothing

Social skills only good for bluffing

The company far from loving

I’m sorry

 

“Hold my hand. We are drifting away together… My cigarette keeps going out… And the gay music! Everything else .. is going. It’s like the theatre-- when they turn out the lights before the curtain rises--- on the next act."

 

One must always pay the piper

Straight to the heart attack a sniper

News from the paperback writer

I still love her

I’m sorry

 

In the room there was a viper

My Cleopatra candy striper

I’ll always see us trapped in the front row

This is a message from your friend Lenora

Hand me a play bill, say sayonara

The run is listed as etcetera

The future fast in tow…

 

Still a veteran beginner

A gamble of a reading lost on the river

1000 lost boys shunned our sinner

I’m sorry

 

“Tell them they can stop the music now…”