Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #81
The Has-Been of Ninth Street
by Belinda Roddie
The has-been of Ninth Street had once been known
as a great entertainer, conjurer,
and social man who could brew up a storm
of laughter, snap a card out in a blur,
and buy rounds for each patron in a bar.
The ladies fawned for his smile, his booze-stained
libido, and his coin tricks. "Sir, you are
a temptation," they would croon from the pane
of his window. Yes, this has-been had sought
the attention of thousands, no, millions
of adoring eyes, and he truly thought
he'd be the greatest Is-Now of all. Then
people moved on. Just like that. Not one wave
goodbye to the nice temporary grave.
by Belinda Roddie
The has-been of Ninth Street had once been known
as a great entertainer, conjurer,
and social man who could brew up a storm
of laughter, snap a card out in a blur,
and buy rounds for each patron in a bar.
The ladies fawned for his smile, his booze-stained
libido, and his coin tricks. "Sir, you are
a temptation," they would croon from the pane
of his window. Yes, this has-been had sought
the attention of thousands, no, millions
of adoring eyes, and he truly thought
he'd be the greatest Is-Now of all. Then
people moved on. Just like that. Not one wave
goodbye to the nice temporary grave.
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