He was so bored in the room. The others had gone out to an afterhours but he was sick of clubs and music. He tried to write a letter to his ex-wife but he couldn’t think of what to say after he asked about the kids. The movies on cable were always the same.
He went down to the bar and ordered Scotch. He buried himself in shadow in a corner booth but soon he looked up to see a woman of thirty wearing teenager’s clothes and too much makeup.
“Aren’t you…” she began.
His first impulse was to be rude, to just send this poor creature away. There she was, her waste cinched in with a department store “fashion” belt, her breasts on display thanks to some engineering miracle of a brasiere, her hair somehow inflated… she looked like a flower ready to blossom… or simply explode. But he could never be cruel.
Sadly, he thought to himself, he could never be strong either.
“Maybe,” he said in answer to her partial question. “I might be. After, all, according to the entertainment section, I am in town.”
She looked confused but hopeful.
“Why don’t you sit down, love? You seem quite young to be one of my fans…”
A STAR IS BORED
A star is bored
prowling empty hotel hallways
He’s never alone
so how come he’s always lonely
Nothing gets him down
it’s all just the same
saying “If you think you’re bored,
then you should see me!”
Down in the bar
leaning into a smokey corner
trying not to catch her eye:
“Say, cowboy, why you dressed like that?”
And it always seems to
go down about the same
It kills a couple of hours
but it don’t kill the pain
Tell him a story
make it long, make it lonely
Lots of starstruck summer nights
and the moon’s reflection on the river that runs through
Nothing makes much sense
but he guesses that’s just life
Ya play a few songs
and then they turn out the lights
Yeah, nothing makes much sense
and he guesses that’s just life
You have a couple of laughs
and then you call it a night
(C)1990, TK Major