(originally posted somewhere July 19, 2014)
So this is what it's like to be famous
A blurb review in The New York Times
Some royalty checks
And people I've never met wanting to talk to me
And now a hotel room in San Francisco
I heard they talked about me on a TV program
but I don't know which one
or who was talking
I've never owned a TV
I suppose I could afford one now
but if I spent my time watching TV
where would I find the time to write you these poems?
It's a nice hotel room I guess
It might be the nicest room I've ever been welcome to sleep in
Although that isn't saying much
One hundred people bought tickets
to hear me read the poems I wrote for you
and the organizers gave me bottles of fancy beer
and bought me a sandwich
and gave me another check
and drove me to this hotel room
and now I'm in a hotel room
and I guess this is San Francisco
and I guess this is what it's like to be famous
it's being all alone
in a nicer room.
