Ticket
projector’s rolling
in a dark room
full of folks
with half a stub
good for a 2-hour trip
far from phones ringing
voices with nothing to say
maybe that’s why movies are magic
a poor man’s portal
to all the lives he’d like to live
the explorer in him
craves ancient ruins
the gentleman in him
“shaken but not stirred”
the musician in him
a steel guitar
the king in him
destroys and conquers
the romantic in him
takes a knee
and the boy in him
well, he’s up that tree
TL