Friday, December 5, 2008
The Movie Usher
Here's a job that don't exist
since many years ago --
the usher who would pamper you
at every movie show.
This brave young man, he plowed the dark
with only one flashlight,
in his pillbox cap, and coat
of many buttons bright.
He took your ticket, guided you
right to your numbered seat,
dusted off the popcorn
and made sure that it was neat.
He kept a wary eye out
for the deadheads without ticket,
and the fiends with cigarette --
he told them where to flick it.
No one now to guide your steps,
to tell the talkers: "Cease!"
You could slip and break your neck
alone on popcorn grease.
The usher at the movie show;
he kept the crowds quite docile.
The fact that I remember him
makes me an aged fossil.
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