On the stage of a small cabaret
A comedian quietly counts the empty seats
His new suit and carefully shined shoes
Hide the holes in his socks
In a tiny boarding house room
A diary lies among pages of unfinished rhyme
At the end of each day's entry
Are the words "maybe tomorrow"
In a dusty pawn shop
A musician gently holds his saxophone
Closes his eyes, plays one last song
Before he lets it go
In Babylon
The pools are filled with tears in Babylon
In Babylon
The streets are paved with dreams in Babylon
But in a little theater
The actors smile, holding hands as they bow
And invite the audience out to dinner
While across the street
A couple laughs, roasting marshmallows
Over burning rejection letters
In Babylon
Copyright © 1988 John Gerner
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